You cannot make me talk about any of the current headlined news.
I am a direct product of Rhythm & Blues;
therefore, on some points I do refuse
to talk about.
I don’t want no parts of it in my mouth,
like
- The US being excluded from travel to the UK
because corona virus cases rule the day.
We are 4.25% of the world pop but 1/4 of the corona cases are ours.
We used to be good wine to sip, today’s fumes indicate wine sour.
I hope to goodness that we are not drunk.
We laughed at Pepe LePew, but we are the skunk
and I don’t want to talk about it; you can’t make me.
Stuff like that will drive your ego and status quo crazy.
Things look a little hazy, so we’re going to have to close down the city.
Again? Did we reopen too soon? Now the Governors look silly.
There’s nothing willy-nilly about the number of American lives that have been lost.
Shutting down the country until we find out what’s what — is not too much of a cost.
Is it?
Aw man, forget it.
I don’t want to talk about society – I pray thee.
It’s all a bit much and you can’t make me.
- Today is a new day; there is no bad,
so maybe we can talk about Mississippi’s new flag.
The people of MS took a vote and decided to forgo historical vain.
They returned with a strong tally reflecting the people want change.
I’m about unity, the cohesiveness of me and you,
therefore I have not been bothered with the removal of racist statues.
It’s not a pleasant thing to talk about and they were never pleasant to see.
I am for striking up conversation on the good that tomorrow may bring.
The world is watching us and when we march they lock-in step.
We may have snafued and skewed our view with the last prez-elect.
But
- November will yield us opportunity to score a different view.
You can’t make me talk about it – just so happens that I want to.
It’s okay to talk about tomorrow, for tomorrow holds our future.
It’s okay to heal from the surreal; let new unity provide the suture.
I woke up to a table full of topics and brand new polls
19% like the direction we’re headed in; God bless our souls.
Infection numbers are firmly in the red.
The bed we make…is indeed our bed.
Give it thought and make it with care.
Social media issues on Facebook are being scrutinized
for spreading hate, disseminate and deep division thrive.
Don’t allow a social device
to impose on your future life.
It ain’t worth it.
About division: skirt it.
I really don’t want to talk about anything devised to divide; anything to shake we.
I’m a child of God, I speak on fraud. Be quiet? You can’t make me.
Corporations are vowing to retreat marketing funds
from the social media that’s leading ya.’ Dun-dun-dun-dunnn.
That’s the scary music. Somebody had to tout it.
Politics look like a schtick; I don’t want to talk about it.
Today is Hump Day and I’m in route to stand on top of it.
I’m Qui
A topic talker, selective walker. Kicking it with you? I love it.
YOU are always the perfect subject.
and that’s
