When I am at home:
i take the name given to me by my parents
four weeks before I was born;
that of ST GREGORY,
patron saint of singers and teachers.
When I am on the road, me and my friends we are all
bandanas and suspenders.
Yelps and growls.
Torn knee-holes covered up by terrible band t-shirts
given to us by locals
the day before.
During those times, during the road times, you can call me
FIVAL
but i am often asked why there's a feather in my hat
and I reply, "it invites conversations from friendly strangers who lack tact"
Intentions are usually good and hearts are backed
by a willingness to participate in samaritan acts.
Its a simple thing, this wing leads to free meals and strings of events which essentially allows me to sing,
At this point, I am a proffesional houseguest.
I have a degree in what time
is the right time to leave
if you cook, I'll clean. Iv got the evological footprint of an ant three thousand times smaller than its queen, but Im lieing. What I am really trying to say is, you will hardly even notice me.
If this poem is boring you, I should let you know that songs about touring through states often assimilates fate through images of crosses and crossroads, with the mere idea that both act more like terrorists the more south you go. But make no mistake! I dont claim that every citzen of texas, arizona, or riots from penn state wants to assign crimes to my name just because I'm gay. I know there are bad apples that fall from the trees, but its the seeds that are sown that shine underneath, thats what I beleive in.
Thats the reason that I sing.
This is not a self validating poem that I wrote for me, instead:
its a song I wrote about everything I can do
to validate
you
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