Paranoia Strikes Deep

I have dug this one out of the poetry attic; composed when a teen, hence the dated references. Fellow Soupers of my age-group (60 in a few weeks- Yikes!) might enjoy it: Friend, watch out! They're talking. Have you heard what they're talking about? They're not talking about revolution Nor of mystical ablution, Not of meaningful discussions Nor of drastic repercussions. Not of drugs and their results Nor of wars and satanic cults. Not of full-blooded,Medal-studded,Octo-Olympians Nor of the tragedy of fading Ethiopians. Not of whether the weather will hold out. Will I tell you what they're talking about? They're not talking about extinction Nor about energy diminution. Not about the bludging bureaucracy Nor of stifling plutocracy. Not about student-Left activity Nor of the signs of cultural declivity. Not about aspects of phallic domination Nor of real genuine insemination. Not about who is sure and who in doubt. Should I tell you who they're talking about? They're not talking about Nixonfrancocastroamin Nor of that handydandy, non-returnable Devastatingly non-biodegradable container Their fingerfriedlickinchicken lunch was served in. Not of astronautical penetrations Nor of the psycho-sexual implications Of the demise of Chairman Mao. Not of matters affecting us right here and now! Nor of suicide, VD, rape, fraud, famine and disease. Not of all the things like these Which make this world the wonderful place that it Most certainly is (and All divinely-ordained to wit!) No! They're talking about subversion, Of unabashed, unwashed perversion! In short ( and I hear all this is true) Those bastards are talking about ME & YOU!