Pronoia
There’s a ticking on the wind
Somebody’s wishing I’ll win
The super lottery.
The cashier at the tastee freeze
gave me gave me change of
four not three.
There is a man watching the house
recently he painted it for free.
How could he guess exactly
the colour best for me?
It is a conspiracy of plenty
a conspiracy of hope
and nobody believes me
they say I am a dope
but I know it’s real
and I am just getting
more evidence.
To confront them.
All the furniture in my house
was stolen yesterday
and replaced with better furniture
that matched the recent paint-job.
I asked my room-mate if he had
noticed when it happened.
“Do I know you?” he asked,
then he paid his rent in advance
It is a conspiracy of plenty
a conspiracy of hope
and nobody believes me
they say I am a dope
but I know it’s real
and I am just getting
more evidence.
To confront them.
This morning when I got in my car
It started like a charm
The fuel gage showed full
when last night it was empty
When I pulled into the office lot
I noticed it was a newer model
than it was the night before.
It is a conspiracy of plenty
a conspiracy of hope
and nobody believes me
they say I am a dope
but I know it’s real
and I am just getting
more evidence.
To confront them.
Then I got a raise and a nifty corner office
And my Lotto ticket won the prize
A cop pulled me over to report
the mayor was wanting my advice.
He led me downtown, sirens blaring
running all the traffic lights.
We stopped in the private VIP lot
and I followed him inside….
It was a surprise party and I was
the guest of honour.. so you see…
It is a conspiracy of plenty
a conspiracy of hope
and nobody believes me
they say I am a dope
but I know it’s real
and I am just getting
more evidence.
To confront them.
First published 2006
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