This is no joke my friend
Don’t laugh at me now
The CIA is after me
And I need a way out
They follow me daily
And know my routine
They like to take pictures
When I walk down the street
I wear a tinfoil hat
While I fall asleep
So their thought rays won’t intrude
My beautiful dreams
Go ahead and laugh
It may be funny you think
But they are spying on me with cameras
Inside my bathroom sink
I have thought chips in my head
And electronic gadgets under my skin
They know everything
It’s impossible to win.
Ignorance is bliss
And I know the truth
That the CIA is after me
And will soon be after
You.
I hear you there
Me too, I think
Other than the tinfoil hat
And cameras in the bathroom sink
They are petreaus and Barack
George w Bush and the Clinton’s
Watching me shower
Getting hardons I think
They threaten my family
They threaten my mind
How did I ever run into
People of this kind
I know they are real
I know they are Mad
They may have even
Put one in my dad
Their methods are ruthless
Their accusations truthless
They won’t let me leave
Or have any reprieve
One day they’ll get me
Counting the hours
Sacrilegious this abuse of powers
I am a poet
The CIA found me
Now day and night
They do little but hound me
I think they do its hard to prove depends who you are what you do so depends how influent you are