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 © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 3:26 PM
Loving this one again and I think only my second time to read it!! haha
Austin Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 10:03 AM
Don't worry about reading my stuff, but I guess I better post something.
Dietrich Avatar
August 2, 2010 at 9:03 PM
daver, I'm sorry. I am just going in circles trying to find a new poem of yours to read. I made a goal to get off at 10 and geeez,it's after 10. what else is new for me? haha. Luv, Andrea
Dietrich Avatar
June 27, 2010 at 10:41 AM
ok ok, now THIS is the poetry I relate to!!! I want to read a book full of THIS stuff! Free verse right up my alley. LUv, Andrea
 Avatar
September 22, 2009 at 2:29 PM
Talk about having a bad day--this one is a nightmare. I really like the choice of language--it feels right for the story. That's something that writers sometimes forget. Creative poem. Thank you for sharing it and for your kind comment. Have a good day! Karen
Guzzi Avatar
June 3, 2009 at 12:20 PM
yike! Hope for beter days. Light & Love
Joseph Avatar
June 1, 2009 at 9:03 AM
not paranoia, but real life! Way to capture what we have to face, all the dominoes of real life that shape our characters. Its true, it never ends....
Richards Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 9:52 AM
You are somethun else !!! This is witty, and real with a sarcastic and honest tidbit of reality!! Clever writing from a awesome fella !!
Reynolds Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 9:40 AM
HA! and that folks, is life in a nutshell. you just summed it all up daver! I can always count on you for that. keep on keepin it real, my friend, love, Kristin
Winter Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 8:35 AM
Love how this builds to the awesome creepy ending. I don't know Daver, I giggled in a not so light way. You are truly creative and hit on my often 'paranoid unreasonable suspicion'. : ) Too awesome. You are a hoot dude! Got me. Love, Shar
Devonshire Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 7:53 AM
This is really funny, Daver! Wasn't it Paul Simon who said, "Just because you're paranoid, that doesn't mean they're not really out to get you." The fella in your poem has reason to be worried about so many things, but knowing your great sense of humor, I suspect this is fiction. Regarding the 38, though, Good Advice! Love, Carolyn
Jordan Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 7:36 AM
Daver - Life is never ending choices that we all must face on a daily basis - Loved this poem right up until the end - No body tales anything from me except perhaps my heart it is freely given these days to who ever may want a piece - I have disarmed a person or two in my life - Last thing that they expect is for the taken to become the taker - And I play that game rather well - I guess we all have our own way - God Bless you, MJ
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