The Allegory of She Who Has Eyes

Tonight I paid U2 back

For using their name in vain.

I was expecting something colorful

but this man was kind of plain.

Something like a Beige Christian Kerouac

whose wife was Black

with concerns about his brain.

I said the world has vertigo and it's dizzy.

I listened to what he had to say

Encouraged him to get busy.

When the world has an equilibrium

The body will stand up and walk.

He told me tales of motorcycles.

Southern belles and coffee talk.

Thanked me for my prophecy and

Gave me his 30 dollar poem for free.

I told him about twilight and rainbows

how crack heads work for God.

He won't remember my name

but Eye aM the wizard of odds.