Drive-by Not, Please

Drive-by Not, Please

I’d like to write a song about reviews,
in a way that won’t be found in all the news.
In all you have to say,
imperative today,
but please, it’s good to talk about the ruse.

“A bird flies high around the sky today,
in a ring that centers on a dead plisse.
I see a metaphor,
about the troubadour,
who wants to decorate the atelier.”

I wonder if you understood those words,
and believe me I agree they are absurd.
Then tell me I’m a pall,
you have the wherewithall--
then you’ll become a fair provocateur.

I hear you want to tell me ‘bout my poem,
and I hoped you’d understand the chromosome.
The way and what and why,
don’t oversimplify,
and tell me if it makes you feel at home.