Noises from the asylum

A post for national poetry month:

Paranoia?

Do you know what they say?
They say half of what they mean
They never mean half of what they say
And they mean to say more than is said
But they’ll say it when you’re dead.

Do you know what they do?
They do half of what they say
They never say half of what they do
And they say that more needs to be done
But they’ll do it when you’re gone.

Do you know that they hear everything you say?
And they see everything you do
And they'll tell all of what's been said and done
But they'll say it when you’re dead and gone
When all is said and done.