I’m going slightly mad

Let’s get a little passive-aggressive tonight! Out of nowhere it may seem. Let’s talk about ‚gaslighting‘. Just because I can.

They say I do magic tricks,

like psychic tics,

Run like a thick chick,

before I go nuts, beep-beep

But do I? 

Some bunch of strangers,

On thrones so high,

Pointing with guns,

Judgments fly-by. 

But do they know?

Keeping mirrors clear,

For own disport,

Talk-talk with earphones,

So they never hear. 

What I say, what they say,

Mixing content with wit,

Do they care? No. NO.

Frakkin’ no. 

Hell no, how do they know?

I’m going slightly mad.