Dictator of my mind (for Poetry Potluck)

There’s a dictator living in my mind

Sometimes I wish he would go blind

Because if he couldn’t see my dreams

He couldn’t plan his nasty schemes

And sabotage my heart’s desire

Oh and he is such a liar

He whispers in my ear

His tales of dread and fear

And when I try to just let go

He really puts on a big show

The bastard hardly ever sleeps

He’s really giving me the creeps

But I am planning his demise

Slowly I’m unmasking all his spies

Worry and doubt are the biggest two

They won’t survive my thorough review

Of states of mind that keep him in post

He can fuck off and find another host!