People assume that I’m okay, Ironical, strange, tragic. They see…
If you ever find yourself seated among men
whose words provoke laws,
Do not be like a dead fish on the table
Serve your opinions with raw hot pepper
And watch them smack their lips
and blink their eyes a thousand and two.
Let them stick out their tongues to the wind.
Let the sensation travel down the chests
Seeping through ribs into hearts
To burn off sentiments and meltdown contradictions.
But do not forget to remember,
That a man convinced against his will,
Is of the same opinion still.