BRAINWASHED                                  1988



I liked the way you were instantly bored
When I admitted, I’d never written about you
So quickly tired of my company, you soundly ignored
Any advice on the state of your failing health

(I long for the time you'll finally go mad
It will be a real chance to test your philosophies)

Do you realise, thoughts are surfacing
And you believe they are yours?
Implanted and timed for recall 
Sleeping agents in an enemy country

The ONLY 'right' way is YOUR own way
Does this really involve exchanging money and soul
Time and energy, for some weak fairytale
Furthering the bloated egos
Of various charlatans?

But anyway, my Catholic darling
Here is something written for you alone

Fuck the Scientologists
Their new religion
More twisted and fake than the old
Fuck their lemming followers
For not founding their own personal faith
Or having the guts to admit
They are being taken for all they have

Fuck them for trying
To masturbate the Spirit.



/// To an unamed Italian girl, not Antonella, Carla or their friends. 
I had respect for her coming to a new country at a young age, alone 
and moving from house to house trying to make a life for herself.  
With every relationship, she sought the strong fatherly support not 
experienced at home. The last I knew, she was having an affair with a 
married Jewish owner of a restaurant-he had spent two years promising
he would leave his wife for her.   
Another poem, Blindfolded, has a close relationship.///