The parable reads, the birds of the air are you and I, and yet we are not all sparrows, now are we?
Think less, he demands, sympathetically, for you to move your feet, up and down, sweat through goosebumps. See it grow, your gut, it’s got a feeling, and only 144K know the lyrics, can determine good from bad art.
If only I had a hundred bucks to drop on a shirt that says Give a Damn maybe people would finally get it.
