Conspiracy Theorist

Rebel Poetry by Chris Bunton

I am a Conspiracy Theorist.
I can’t help it.
Maybe it’s genetic.
Maybe I learned it;
when those I trusted lied.
When those who should know,
didn’t.
When they just told me,
what they were told,
to tell me.
When they say, “Because I said so.”

Maybe I’m a rebel.
Maybe you are too.
I see things, that don’t add up.
I hear things, that don’t match.
I have a funny feeling, something’s wrong.
My Spidey Sense is a tingling.

Everything seems to be moving,
in a controlled direction.
Someone must know more.
Someone must be in control.
It always goes a certain way.
Can you guess why?

Politicians lie, preachers lie,
doctors lie, scientists lie,
teachers lie, media lies,
Oh why oh why, do they lie?
It makes me wonder.