Gotcha
You feel threatened
Some call it paranoid
Unreasonable suspicion
Just because the guy driving beside you
Cut you off then
Gave you the finger
No need for alarm
Just because your girl found a new boy friend and
He’s 6’6
Weighs 230
Showed you the knuckle sandwich
No need for alarm
When the coach put that new kid in
Sat your ass on the bench
No sweat
Coach’ll see the light
You’re thinking
(bet the landlord changed the lock on my door)
Easy stud easy
You’re only four months behind in the rent
When your new used car gulped two pints of oil
On the way to the grocery store
It’s nothing dude
Just needed an oil change
OLD oil
And when your mother
Bless her heart
Cut you out of her will
Come on!
She’ll come around
Her new husband seems a reasonable guy
Right now
This mean looking beat up hungry looking stud’s
Holding a 38 against your head
“Gimmee yer money!”
He says
Friend this aint paranoia
Do what he says
Or your dead
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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