April Fool

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