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.