Soul

It rolls and rumbles out of you

Like you don’t understand the fuss

But you do, ‘cause you feel the buzz

For it holds your curves and your nerves

Connects you to the low frequency

Keeping you off the high wire

And that damned freaky ass moon

Tells it like it is,

Especially when what it is

Is hard to tell

Holds you motionless while you’re moving

Cries at movies, laughs at crying

It’s a hum that extends out to your fingers

It’s that touch you have that lingers

Oh, don’t get it wrong it can sing a bad song

Blurts at the wrong moment

Flirts with the wrong moment

Wears a queer color of eyeshadow

Can even be downright shallow

It’s that smudge you’re marked with

Can even throw a big, juicy, fat fit

But it’ll dig down with you for the long term, the big view

It says,

“If I were you, you’d be me

We’re made for each other, you see”

It’s in your pocket like lint

You had better get used to it

So, give it all the love you’ve got

For it’s in the shape of you, is it not?

 

 

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