the jingoist say
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions I’m me
I’m a radio psychotic
Diagnosed hopeless you see
It keeps me up at night
Government fears
I try to think that I’m alright
But government fears
Lead to post traumatic tears
No use analyzing me
I'm crazy so flee
I’m a radio psychotic
Maybe the answers in a pill
I’ve taken so many narcotics
Why do I feel this ill still?
I put faith into the bloody papers
That rip me to shreds
I cried out for a fair aquittal
They shouted off with my head
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions I’m me
I’m a radio psychotic
Diagnosed hopeless you see
I got no use for the bloody papers
So I rip ‘em to shreds
I told ‘em I was alive and kicking
They printed I was already dead
I can’t talk to my peers
Thanks to R-F-I-D ears
And they are watching for weakness
So I pretend that I’m not here
I clothe my hide in lamb’s meekness
Avoiding government leers
That lead to post traumatic tears
Inside my head
I think I know too much
I’d speak as such
I’m too in touch
Inside my head
I Love this and I have been a Radio Pyschotic for years....I can think of worse ways to go loco! Music is the food that drives us. Arn't we lucky to have it, the best drug ever and it's free. Smiling at you Tai
Logically and as per the perception of poet..this is the best poem thank
The worst stuff you say, sounds better than the best stuff that some other people think.
What Anguish! The madness, and more transcends the written page and reaches the reader, full force. Very original and strong. Enjoyed reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful powerful poem with truthful words..excellent