I Need Reprogrammed!A Poem by Chad Wesley AllbrettI'm not paranoid, just getting out a few things. (Break out the lobotomy snips!)I hope they come after me, all of those that want a fight. When the knock on the door is dread. When they figure out how to notate, lip whispers. Transcribe, notate, file away, put into a data bank. two more dots in a sea of numbers and zeros.
On that fine spring day, when everybody's head chip is installed. The birds will still be worming, to them the world will still be right. The thoughts of the old woman sitting next to me not heard by enemies seeking contraband thought. Birds in there nests will not be concerned with spies.
Hopefully when they can read my thoughts, they'll pick my finest ones, the one's I have not written down yet. I hope they come after me, with their steel toed boots, and their battering door rams and their shotgun questions. I hope that they come to arrest me, the great and powerful "they" Whoever they might be. Capitalists, Communists, Fascists, Monarchists, Antichrists, Oligarchies, paid for gun thugs, when I'm no longer a friend to their Too far revolution. Deputised strong-arms. Security for whatever beast of a corporation that pays them. Cops who tell me things like "driving is a privilege not a right." Cops of every kind, come and get me, I was born with liberty. I love teachers and ideas, so I'm your man. I'm militant, free, I have conscience integrity. Your courts and laws arbitrary. I'm a individual, to be judged by God alone.
If you come for me, then I know that I'm doing something right. © 2008 Chad Wesley AllbrettReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 21, 2008 AuthorChad Wesley AllbrettOrofino ID./ Walla Walla Wash., IDAboutHaven't been on here in a long time. I live in Orofino ID. I'm the son of a logger, the grandson of a miner, and the great-grandson of cowboys and homesteaders. I'm a fifth generation native of the b.. more..Writing
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