i can make you think, and i can make you feel :)
the poet said to the painter,
i might make you see, but i can't make you see
the painter told, the poet
and your wise man, said it is a matter of two school of thoughts
and a book, can teach you naught
however, the preacher can,
one should not preach,  the wise man said
and the poet was painting pictures, with his words
painter splashing colors, quite absurd
he said, my name is pollock
did you see sandra bullock
in speed, and jethro tull
smashing out thick as a brick
that is where the author got the title from
how come you won't come
give it to daddy
told me how you like!
how does it feel
how do you want?  how does it feel?
and ''we'' laid down the murder trial of hollertz on roth
and the police taking care of  tupac
weed legal in california,
tupac would never have been killed
a mind illed
intellectual self-confidence
shaky otherwise
and the chemicals speeeeded through the blood
but the main hood, jethro tull and ian andersson smashing out
thick as a brick
and the ending is eluding me
random spewing of self-conscious,.. something