i feel like im a pipe, but around some people im not at all a pipe
and i cannot help it.
i feel like they have wrong me in some way and i dont wanna be a pipe.
i wanna clog that ish. i wanna put off a bad taste.
i wanna say, why are you packing it so full or why do you gotta slobber on it
or bite it.
i say WHY ARE YOU BITING IT YO!
and if they see how i am with other people they might say, see, he is a pipe. in fact he’s the greatest pipe in this whole damn world. whys he gotta be a big jerk to me and a wonderful pipe to everyone else?!?
and i say let me count the ways.
and i say are you a pipe to me?
are you a wonderfully looking smooth handcrafted made in the USA perfect pipe to me or are you something lesser than?
are you a pipe or are you something that clogs the pipe? are you who you say you are? are you who we hoped youd be or are you just a painting of what we wanted.
me im just a former xbi agent trying to shed all the crud ive picked up along this long strange trip.
but for safety sake, just pretend im not a pipe.
ceci n’est pas une pipe, aussi, magritte.