Listening To The Artists (Being Held Up As Heroes,...)

 Let me be clear - she is not talking about me:

Met him on a Thursday 

Sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees 

He was brown, deep 

Said he wanted to talk about my mission 

Listen to my past lives 

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy 

Talked about Moses and Mumia 

Reparations,...

O.K. - I'd had enough. Reparations? Good luck with that. And she's bright enough to know the difference between clouds, but not between bullshit, like past lives and reality. Incredible.

But people still wonder why I'm not looking for a relationship - listen: 

If long afternoons, discussing nonsense, turns women on - I'll leave 'em "off"...