Could you tell me which way the wind is blowing?
Sometimes this way, sometimes that
I hardly know if it's rain or snowing
And my head is here to hold my hat.
Wadsworth, Waldo? No Walt Whitman?
Whitman? No, today Walt Disney.
Your rhyme and verse, now that's just shit, man,
I'm with Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee.
You like my song? I was only sneezing.
I mean, why thank you kindly sir.
It is in substance whatever's pleasing
I knew an expert would infer.
Ma'am of course I love your verses.
I like the ones you recite in bed
I'm spent; could you tone down the curses?
No, I'm not sleeping, I'm only dead.
Counterculture, neoclassic, feminist, gay?
Every week a new school of thought.
What? It was so good yesterday!
I did just what my dealer taught!
An Orthodoxy of radicalism?
Our contradictions make the chaos.
Like Luther, create another schizm
Always room for another cross
I'll sit unmoving as the world turns
While you can go against the grain.
They want a new way to burst the urns
And I can only play insane.
Christopher Ian Matt
May 9, 2009
This is amazing.
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