A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Paranoia
Nov 10, 2015
When you see them on the corner
Or hiding in the store,
When they're in the car behind you
And always ‘hind the door;
Or hiding in the store,
When they're in the car behind you
And always ‘hind the door;
When paranoia's got you, and
You can't sleep through the night,
For with every creak and rustle
You sit up straight in fright;
You can't sleep through the night,
For with every creak and rustle
You sit up straight in fright;
Remember that it's only fear
You need to reckon with,
And ghoulies, ghosts and goblins are
Exclusively in myth.
You need to reckon with,
And ghoulies, ghosts and goblins are
Exclusively in myth.
But on the other hand my friend,
When lights are fading off;
'Though the dead may not afflict you,
At the living never scoff.
When lights are fading off;
'Though the dead may not afflict you,
At the living never scoff.
'Though paranoia's crazy, and
It tears you up inside;
I would never feign to postulate
Your fears aren't justified.
It tears you up inside;
I would never feign to postulate
Your fears aren't justified.
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