The Thought Police (Poetry)

I let the gawpers in
they stare and poke about
unearthing dregs of sin
the passion long sucked out
I offer not a thing
I’m guilty there’s no doubt

All privacy undone
belief stripped to its core
the truth’s old plastic gun
fires blanks into the floor
a protest half begun
cries off from saying more

Intrusion is their game
indifferently played
despite who’s in the frame
the bloody thought betrayed
now every tune’s the same
the piper long since paid