Take out the cork.
Stick a fork in it.
Hold it up for this
fucked up world to see.
Tell it to the mountain.
Tell it to the moon.
Tell it to the hat check girl.
Tell it to your mechanic.
Tell it. Get it out.
Draw it, sing it, fuck it.
Fuck it twice, if you can.
Get it out there.
Tell it to your kids, your mom.
Tell it to the girl next door.
Tell it while eating.
Tell it while weeping.
Don’t matter.
Get it out.
Tell it, even shout.
Take out the cork.
Let it get out and about.
That’s what IT is all about.
Tell it. Tell it. Be.
Tell it to the guy in the mirror.
Tell it to the Uber driver.
Tell it to the guys at the bar.
Tell it. Shit, you ain’t going far.
Tell it like a guy smoking a big, fat cigar.
Tell it to Judas, Jesus, Mohammad or fat Buddha.
Tell it to your dog. Your insignificant other.
Tell it to the person you want to be.
Tell it. Tell it.
Tell what?
Doesn’t matter.
Just tell it.
Get it out.