Story behind the song
Tongue in cheek blues, my stock standard anti-bully spies defense.
This is making my detractors famous, making it easier to not be cowards and call me an enemy, or not, depending on whom asks no doubt. So many psychopaths together, oh, sorry, public servants together, well, it would have to be an acting school, and the fact I don't have a clue who the telepathic fantastics are, well, that just makes me the idiot and them the brilliant. And special. So special they don't have to answer any contradiction inherent, such as a world of make pain for innocent strangers, then declare middle class war and inhabit 'it', the 'it', and they, whoever they are do refer to me as such, perhaps only privately, being yours truly.
They won't read this post of course. Above that. My heart condition is my problem, words are not sticks and stones, and if I don't like it go ahead and write poetry.
It won't ever be good enough.
More seriously ...
No, telepathic credit fraud hasn't left. Easy to grab attentions if threatening police, property, name and word, sanity and sexuality, if a gang thing, for gang things, apparently. Priceless, and not my problem.
Apparently I'm a fool because get with it pricks art my soul while I waste time being a slanderer, which is interesting, seeing as it's unlikely I've ever met, or ever will, and certainly have no names to put them to.
And people who know them just let them, still. No one in Bizarro World seems capable of picturing words it seems. Again, must be a psychopath thing, and of that I'm not laughing. I don't actually know them, so wherever they exist, whichever world, it is that world's problem, not mine.
I'll assume whoever knows them is having them over to suckle their kiddies this Christmas. None of you be surprised if you finally hear the word NO about 10 seconds after you all die.
Not anyone's fault if they believe their own lies right?
I don't talk to telepaths, ever, at any time day or night, the mentally ill thing is a convenience store and a crock, and I survived the slander, clever as it still might be, for eleven years raising the obvious question concerning that, and thankyou Most Proud Western Australian Local Goodie Two Shoe Kids With Cancer PC Bully Supports for failing me, once again, on my honest and very human request they prove they can be silent on my dime.
Maybe this is YOU ....
"We're not going to have this so-called person out-talking us. We are the last word. We enjoy it too much."
Or was that Schindler's List ......
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No, telepathic credit fraud hasn't left. Easy to grab attentions if threatening police, property, name and word, sanity and sexuality, if a gang thing, for gang things, apparently. Priceless, and not my problem.
Apparently I'm a fool because get with it pricks art my soul while I waste time being a slanderer, which is interesting, seeing as it's unlikely I've never met, never will, and certainly have no names to put them to.
And people who know them just let them, still.
I'll assume whoever knows them is having them over to suckle their kiddies this Christmas. None of you be surprised if you finally hear the word NO about 10 seconds after you all die.
Not anyone's fault if they believe their own lies right?
I don't talk to telepa
