I just want to shake you

I’m trying to make sense

I’m trying to make you see

I’m trying to be patient

and hope we agree.

You keep going on

with your suspicions,

your plots and plans

for the revolution

without hearing

what’s being said.

I can’t make you see

I can’t make you smile

I can’t get through to

you in your private

thought bunker.

I tried reason and common

sense. I tried humor and jokes.

I tried sex. I tried lies. I tried

drugs. I tried booze. I tried to

present examples and facts. And

you brushed it all off

as flights of fancy.

You have blinders and ear

plugs and earmuffs and a

veil. That block out everything

you fear and let in only

what you convince yourself

you want. And you’re the

only one that really knows

what’s going on.

I stopped looking at the mirror

and picked up my toothbrush.

Whomever is in the know,

we both need to get to our

damn job cause we’re late

again.