I don’t need a crock of gold
I don’t need a witches brew
I don’t need the pope in Rome
I don’t need any one of you

I don’t need any inner peace
I don’t need any black magic
I don’t need the Sun to shine
I don’t need anything tragic

I don’t need the holy bible
I don’t need the word of God
I don’t need your Jesus Christ
I don’t need another silly sod

I don’t need a statue of Budha
I don’t need any crystal healing
I don’t need any fake astrology
I don’t need any group-hug feeling

I don’t need your worldly dignity
I don’t need someone to follow
I don’t need your type of humanity
I don’t need the Greek God Apollo

I only need to be me
It’s not virtual reality
It’s what I need to be
Just holding on to sanity

Gordon David

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/need-17/