Tuesday, December 4, 2018


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.

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