Followed

Followed

 

Big brother was in my life

To an extreme extent

On the radio at all times

And from the TV again and again

 

So many people followed me

Everywhere I’d go

It was a grand conspiracy

To harass and give me woe

 

I was not hearing things

There were bugs in my head

That whispered to me constantly

And kept track of what I said

 

I made my way everyday

Suspicious as I went

And I considered an early grave

To make the turmoil end

 

I knew there was a way

To explain all my troubles

And I searched everyday

For the solution to my struggle

 

Then as I was followed

I slowly came to believe

That I was the president

And that’s why they followed me