day SIX HUNDRED and EIGHTY FOUR

They Don't Have Me

Well, let me tell you, they don't have me

They might think so, but they haven't done it

I may be scrounging, stuck on benefits

Even starving in poverty

But, let me tell you,

They don't have me

Yes, I'll tell you, they don't have me

I refuse to be part of the brain-dead mob

May be without a trade, without a job

But what they say, I refuse to believe

So, I'll say it again

They ain't got me

Not been lobotomized by the T.V.

I read books to expand my brain

Treat your celebrity culture with disdain

Poison in my heart for it all you see

I'll repeat myself

They'll never get me

Try to put me in a cage, imprison me

Tie me down with the ropes of addiction

Keep me dumb, keep me fixing

So that needles and syringes are all I see

But I got clean

And they don't have me

Won't believe the lies that they tell me

That on my behalf, they fight their wars

To protect me, they're settling scores

Against all of my so called enemies

They are liars

And they,'ll never have me

I won't believe all of their lies

That the Muslim is my enemy

Who wants to destroy everything I see

I believe what I see with my own eyes

They don't have me

And them I despise

So I just trust what I feel

Hate the dumb wars that they start

Saying they have my best interests at heart

Then send me off to die on a battlefield

I will say it yet again

They don't have me

So to myself I'll just be true

Ignore them and their society

Trust myself and my own sanity

And I hope that they don't get to you

Yes, they don't have me

Do they have you ?

--Ian Lewis Copestick

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent. He has been writing poetry for about 17 years, but only submitting for 5 months, in that time he has published 50 poems in 10 different ezines, including Anti Heroin Chic, The Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen, Synchronized Chaos, Outlaw Poetry, Under The Bleachers and others.