Fool, Stupid Fool


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

An idea requires a Light Bulb


 

 

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