Uniform Motion Fools, Don't Listen To A Word I Say
Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us
yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we’ll sink the float that would not
let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and
quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink.
And that’s no way to listen to our sonnet.
They’re buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
They’ve copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don’t listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
I’m not saying I’ve got much to say. Just look the other way.
