Crazy At Times
I had no home at all any more
Since I’d been thrown out
To the streets I knew before
But hard and forbidding now
I made it to a homeless shelter
And got some food at noon
And I made friends with a helper
That had once been homeless too
Convinced I was being followed
I suspected it was the FBI
And they were never callow
But mistake-free all the time
I heard voices that insulted me
Everywhere I went
And I thought it was technology
Of a big brother government
The craziest it ever got
Was with my own family
All special agents I then thought
Grooming me for the presidency