Waking up is hard to do, <br />I'm in my own empire. <br />Like birdie I escaped, I flew <br />away from inner fire. <br /> <br />The voices told me to be certain <br />to hide the window pane <br />by putting up the iron curtain, <br />or they would go insane. <br /> <br />My brother's blood <br />is in the printer, <br />I wear bandanas on my head, <br />my name is Elo-esius Ginter, <br />I hail from Eastern Europe, hear. <br />I have a knife, well hidden, <br />to cut my hair, <br />please do not fear. <br />And noises are forbidden. <br /> <br />I get precise instructions now <br />from inside my elusive brain <br />and if they plan destruction - WOW, <br />I'll go insane, I am insane. <br /> <br />You talkin' funny, <br />all of you. <br />And have you bugged my room? <br />And slipped a gadget in my shoe? <br />A camera with zoom? <br /> <br />I know your tricks <br />and Bush is King. <br />Him and the CIA. <br />He said I was a Dingeling, <br />that I was not okay.. <br /> <br />He wants to test the masses, all <br />for mental clarity. <br />That mother - F***** <br /> has the gall <br />to fake so much sincerety. <br /> <br />My eyes are slanted, I dance a bit, <br />and chant and hum while shaving. <br />My former boss, that pompous twit, <br /> he sacked me for my raving. <br /> <br />In school it started when a teacher <br />had called me to the front. <br />And said 'Are you a fruity preacher', <br />and laughed <br />I didn't. Called him 'cunt'. <br /> <br />It seems that all my nights <br />are different from my days. <br />At night I fly my kites, <br />my days are one big haze. <br /> <br />I may be schizophrenic, <br />hear voices from above, <br />but just like the Titanic <br />my bunks are full of love.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-8/
