April Fool - Patti Smith

Come, be my April fool

Come, you’re the only one

Come on your rusted bike

Come, we’ll break all the rules

We’ll ride like writers ride

Neither rich nor broke

We’ll race through alleyways

In our tattered cloaks so Come, be my April fool

Come, we’ll break all the rules

We’ll burn all of our poems

Add to God’s debris

We’ll pray to all of our saints

Icons of mystery

We’ll tramp through the mire

When our souls feel dead

With laughter, we’ll inspire

Then back to life again

Come, you’re the only one

Come, be my April fool

Come, come

Be my April fool

We’ll break all the rules