Paranoia Poem by Clyde King

I didn't do it. I wasn't there!
Why does everyone gasp and stare?

What's that you say? I can't remember.
Where is the body you say I dismembered?

No, no, that's not right!
I was home the whole time!
Why do you think I
Committed that crime?

I don't have a motive,
There's nothing to hide,
Except this old chainsaw
I must confide.

I was watching this movie
When there appeared
A ghastly figure! With blood it was smeared!

I thought I was tripping
But no, it was real!
I snatched up my chainsaw
I dispatched it with zeal!

There's no mea culpa,
No confession to make.
They're all out to get me!
Oh, for Pete's sake!

Call my therapist now,
He'll tell you alright.
If you're not going to charge me,
I'll say goodnight!

June 2017