WONT U EXPLAIN TO ME why at the exact moment i pull out my pocket of coins the fat man of blood and bones refuses to count out the amount as payment for the tea leaves and hot water served in a plastic cup The door opens and in walks the family of 8 the oldest of the bunch gray haired washed out yellow and black drizzling crazy brushing flecks of dandruff from the sky There are other things worth a go at another kind of interpretation but the time that connects me leaving in the middle of my favorite song and the whole place giving a standing ovation is unsettling Perhaps this is why the poem was invented in the first place to document the unusual occurances of laughter when Baron Samdi walks in from 100 degrees of contagious heat and the realization that throwing an empty water bottle into a dumpster is a clue to the dead baby making it thru the gates of heaven to sit and talk with God about spending such a brief amount of time on earth i can also add that it is now more popular 4me to pretend that i was born with a penis than the boring flaw of knowing my email is hacked knowing that it is more important video taping me masturbate and not Sandra Bland hanging herself that is more important to follow me from cars that turnaround in mid air than it is to sale my nail or at least explain to me why there is a whole secret society that enjoys putting stanky piss in hair grease jars so the terrorists can shoot up a french newspaper office and on another note does Dave Chappelle really know i cant afford to go to the dentist because all my money was rerouted into making tsunamis? because it was more important for Basquat to be supranatually as his spirit self rather than he live his human self because it is more important that the world have something to mourn and something to fight about and something to denounce as irrelevant about until until until somebody finally gets the nerve to explain something that makes some sense to me