The Everything-I-Say-Is-Wrong Blues

The Everything-I-Say-Is-Wrong Blues

—for Red Dreads & Other Rad Loons

Sun shines in the moonlight; nighttime stops at dawn.
When morning sprays the flowers, the crickets carry on,
But I’ve put a hold on what I say; my say done come and gone:
My words will not touch you again, cause everything I say is wrong.

Where do you get your factoids doesn’t matter one thin whit.
Wherever you go you spin your spin; I just don’t give a shit.
So I’ve put a hold on what I say; my say done come and gone:
My words will not touch you again, cause everything I say is wrong.

Right is wrong since you want it to be. 
Left is right as you choose—
Up is down, a smile’s a frown,
Walking in your shoes.

Winter might come early; summer may be late;
Fall may never fall at all & spring may spring the gate,
But I’ve put a hold on what I say; my say done come and gone:
My words will not touch you again, cause everything I say is wrong.

A slightly different version of this piece appears in my collection If My Words Could Rise.