Tuned In to my Paranoia…

Tuned in are you,

If you are in any way blue,

Best if you do not have any clue,

Therein my paranoia for you,

Is right there in front of you,

But this you already knew…?

Several others out there seemed tuned in to my paranoia,

If they are then they are finely attuned to my antenna,

As it is attached on the top of a giant sequoia,

Found only on the outskirts of a city called Vienna…?

Question marks do follow each paragraph,

There to help you make a decision to laugh,

I seem to see whenever I have an attack,

Pink elephants, and loads of purple giraffe…

Do not turn me in,

Please my dog does need me,

Who would feed him his meat from a calf?

Without this paranoid human he owns at least in half,

But to be quite honest I must say on my behalf,

I am only paranoid when around the hospital staff,

They give me looks of pity, feeding me more medications,

For without those meds, I may actually be quite sane,

You have to understand it is the constant strain,

Of eating only lettuce of the variety romaine…

                © ed ~ 10/5/04