Some people say, “Your mind is your brain.”
Why isn’t it, “My brain is my mind?”
Some people say, “Your mind is your brain.”
Why isn’t it, “My brain is my mind?”
Fool, Stupid Fool
Where did you go?
Did your mama tell you
Which way to go?
Why didn’t you just do
It all without a clue
They didn’t want
a smarty pants
or somebody
to put them
in a trance
Fool, Stupid Fool
Foo Foo, Stupid
Fool, Fool
Why can’t you bite your tongue
before the fat lady has sung
Must you be right
Right before a big fight
Give in sometime
Let the blind lead the blind
Fool, Stupid Fool
Play by the rule
Take them to school
Take a moment
Play with your hair
Fine time for atonement
Give a blank stare
Get what you need
Hold the ace card
New way for greed
Leave ‘em nice Leave ‘em hard
Don’t let ‘em call you a
Fool, Stupid Fool
Before going to print
it arises from every side
Perhaps an index tap
to the temple
Shalom
a bowed head with closed eyes
atop vertically clasped palms
And with an “Amen”
the separation occurs
Like a light bulb
Illumination
until an intercessor tweaks
the glow
Save time should alert one
that a flame
will cease
without a spare