don’t you just love being in control? isn’t power the name of this game? I shed a lot of friends when I broke ranks with the
stalinistas they are out to get me
still with their psychic
instruments and ugly rumours but I keep faith with my own
principles as befits someone of my
temperament and chemical impulse I
was vain I was ruthless I
was cruel all these charges are true but I’m no judge and
neither are you
I never swallowed the
big lie but I used it from time to
time when it suited me and
conscience allowed I reap as
I sow without complaint I’m
just one in a chain that spirals off
into infinity the songs of my benefactors echo in my mind and I’m free to choose just what I keep and what I leave behind
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