Tuesday, 21 March 2017


As I fret with a paranoia feeling
With a history of seething -
And a future of uncertainty -
What is to become of me.

The public is under scrutiny
And passionatly - stubbornly -
I assume and presume
In a psychotic gloom.

Who is spying, watching -
I am constantly  wondering -
And what is their pleasure
From this endeavour.

Who is acting and who is real -
As I suspiciously steal
Away my rationality
To this inflammatory insanity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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