
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.
