I never knew
Prince wrote What if God was one of us,
just a slave like one of us?
Prince wrote What if God was one of us,
just a slave like one of us?
(me having to sing slob not slave).
Nor can I remember
the singer who had a hit with that song
Nor can I remember
the singer who had a hit with that song
when my daughters were kids—
Prince so slick! Now dead. Perfection
graphicized and preserved forever
Prince so slick! Now dead. Perfection
graphicized and preserved forever
in video. As it was, I
missed the living Prince, pretty much,
even though I worked practically
missed the living Prince, pretty much,
even though I worked practically
across the street from Paisley
Park
in Chanhassen in the ‘80’s—
decade my mother died
in Chanhassen in the ‘80’s—
decade my mother died
(to broach a topic) after declaring
me to be a "good businessman,"
me having been motivated to audit mother’s
me to be a "good businessman,"
me having been motivated to audit mother’s
not inconsiderable estate—business
in high odor in those Reagan days—I
even owned four business suits—how
in high odor in those Reagan days—I
even owned four business suits—how
was I supposed to know
they were bad suits?—wardrobe a black box
to me then as now—
they were bad suits?—wardrobe a black box
to me then as now—
same as fiddles: the one
I'm used to always sounds the best.
But what a performer
I'm used to always sounds the best.
But what a performer
Prince was! I can perform, I
can be fun to watch. But I
could never be perfect like Prince,
with a guitar can be fun to watch. But I
could never be perfect like Prince,
that’s both a vagina
and a Cupid’s dart.
and a Cupid’s dart.
