Karma Song

by Wynn Heliczer

Karma Song
song from The Missing Beat Project, Wynn Heliczer ©

If all communication breaks down
— I am the poet I am the poem —
I can’t say who I am unless you agree I am real

If what is felt is real enough
— I am the poet I am the poem —
Don’t be afraid to say what you feel

Dad . . . don’t give me this shit with karma you bought at the
supermarket
’Cause you bought it, you bought it at the supermarket
My dad did good after his death
Unfortunately that was the best marketing . . . marketing . . .

What should I think if you’re not there again
Out of sight out of mind honey
That became the message
I can’t say who I am unless you agree I am real

But what I felt is real enough
Out of sight out of mind honey
That became the message
I do love you but it’s not that I kneel — likewise, daddy!

Don’t give me this shit with karma you stole at the supermarket
’Cause you stole it, you stole it at the supermarket
You, dad, did good áfter your death — mark it! —
Unfortunately that was the best marketing . . .
THE BEST MARKETING IS TO DIE

Now as a poet I can crown you my dad
You are the poet   You are the poem
Fortunately now I can make you my own

Without your smell of carelessness
I am the poet   I am the poem
My father the artist now shares his crown

yes, ’Cause I don’t need your shit
I’m the one Who’s alive nowadays and Karma goes a looong way
I will do good after Your death with Your legacy I am Your legacy
And that’s MY marketing . . . marketing . . .

I wanna do it now — I wanna do it good — I wanna do it while I’m
still alive . . .