Poetic License - Boom Bip, Doseone

Light heart, heavy head

Light heart, heavy head

Why, I can write anything I want

It’s dead because it was never born

In order to die you must be useless

Did you know Cortez invented corn

And chased the moon’s shadow

For every queen in Spain?

He’s sipping his warm now

All ex-ice cube scotch and soda, I assure

In fact, seventy percent

Of all Episcopalian blue-collar jewelers

Don’t believe in such a thing

As collective church and state

I can writes Mother Teresa

In binary code and numbers on a calculator

I don’t think the poor boy’s even blinked

Look, he’s swallowing

I can write anything I, I can write anything I

Keep your distance, I think our tour guide is on the H2O

You don’t seem to understand the lasting impression

A grade school gym teacher’s hutzpah

Has on a modern nation’s economy

And I could write anything, and I could write anything

The average healthy rooster lives around twelve years, this is amusing

Did you know some of the trees in India had navels?

In Iceland, even parents run by the pool side

And parents, and parents, and kids are very, very different

Light heart, heavy head

Light heart, heavy head