Weep Day

I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasn’t me you punched a hole in At the West German protest march
Simultaneous events don’t happen
We are isolated temporally
And a part is never called a whole thing
Though it bothers it to know it’s so Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And it’s samba time for Tambo and
Weep day for Urine Man
I didn’t write the words you hear me singing
I didn’t sing the line before this one
You were not the one I was addressing
That person took a train to Africa
Where he met the consulate from Belgium
Who is now a hermit in a cave
Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders
Striking out the batter she became