A Song of Lehman
Me: Just listen to my reasoning.
David: Oh God.
Me: Continuing our daily conversation; listen, our poem is prayed from common mouths but does that make our rightness any more meaningful even if it comes from Kristen's Good Place?
David: I feel you. Microphone checking our heart: 1,2,1,2; what night is this? Nothing beats nothing.
Me: X-mouth, foh sure. Men at work? More tongues from your lips? I'm X-mouth, foh sure; far from a path of pathology!
Come on! Step in with me, or maybe I should step off to pass.
Call, listen, move; it's stay the same game, hear it? It's the same holler, it's the same collar. Feel our words?
Big mamma hands us a Thornton, makes us moan and cry, makes us mourners mourning against them others in the fields still fighting.
If I die David, would you save my single Odin eye, and leave her under the crow's wing to claim the hated dead around me?
David: Shuck our fat mouth and throw away that proud husk;
She stalks our steps now with fellen eyes, like a lion hidden, waiting to tear a byte us.
I say meet her half way, at least wake up and throw her a bone; maybe give her our life with a sword.
In my hands, my flesh, my men, my women of the world, we part our lives, part our flesh and fill them with treasures. We hide there. We happy children coming from and inheriting privilege places.
Me: Facetime me David. I would be so happy if we were right in our picture too!
