Wikked Brothers

by

Heather Prudence Davis

spent the evening
with an old friend
named paranoia
he must be feeling
a little downcast
cuz he sure was
wikked to me.

trying to tell me
that i was crazy
completely off my rocker
said they were on their way
to pick me up
and carry me away
(ha ha hee hee blah blah)

yep sure 'nough
paranoia came
to visit today
said i was just
a little too happy
he came in like a cloud

with his evil talk
tying to tell me
he heard conversations
between my friends
saying they all hated me
couldn't stand me
were plotting
my elimination

i was flabbergasted
he arrived
completely uninvited
he came wafting thru
the crack in the door
laughing his flagitious laugh
speaking his hate-filled words

said he was down
at the pub last night
and guess who he saw
with a cuter little girl?
ow he's hoping
thinking i'll believe
my boyfriend is cheating on me!

(well, i've had enough of mr. paranoia
and his little trikks
i'm getting bored, not to mention
i need a burrito)

i thought i was lucky
there was a knock on the door
two visitors in one day!
who is it? i cheerfully called
wishing for someone
to drive this paranoia away!
JEALOUSY! HE BELLOWED!

paranoia gets excited
heeeeey jealousy
my brother, you made it
man, i need help
this chik ain't buyin' it
do somethin' fast
or we're out of a job!

NOW i've had enough
of the brothers amoral
kikking paranoia
and shoving jealousy
out of the door (al)
i took pleasure in screamin'
NOW GO CALL YER MOMMY!

(so that is my tale
of my evening
on saturday
i didn't let jealousy in
and i will never again)
and i kikked paranoia
out on my own!

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from: Brentwood, CA, US

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