Something Else to Feel Mad About

Another song so much better
than the one you wrote,
but you'd written it first

You came out before some tiny part
of the world,
to plant it right between their eyes -
and grow

and everyone there at least, surely knew
you'd given them peace from a blessed land

and when it came time,
yes when it came time

you chose a different stand.

This weak and wan
and trembling thing
you raised up
from so strong a calf

into so weak and bum a steer -
it is to laugh.

But throw your head back
as you do, or else

you'd let your tears drown you.
You swim and swim but can't pull clear

from tidal pull, so great you were
in all that past.