Said you don’t want to move to Seattle,

That’s fine you’ve got enough rain

Falling off your disdain

For anybody just a little different.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

But I can’t help but wonder at the scars

On this man saying he lives in cars,

Who’d design a cover that way?

Dad will they have a happy ending?

With such a sad middle.

Thinking, thumbs mid twiddle,

“Son avert your eyes.”

No real answer

Just don’t think about it.

It works as long as you forget

That each person is a story.

Dad if you’d just turn a few pages

Look past the cover,

See he’s a lover

With no flowers left to give.

– Vagabond Prophet