EINSTEIN

We’re a poem,

Without the rhyme

We’re a fantasy

In the end of times

We’re a Warhol painting

We’re a Satie-song

Don’t hate me, ‘cause it’s raining

Just stay where you belong!

We’re a king without a kingdom

The truth without a lie

A sea without a shore

we’ll never die

We’re a cloud without an angel

We’re a hell without tv

It’s like a blind-man

Who stares at me

The cop on his horse

Is riding under yellow skies

A gun in his pens

And the evil in his eyes

An angel without wings

Proved Newton wasn’t right

I heard Satan sing

That he saw the light

You can’t trust a weatherman

You can’t trust weather

You can’t trust a gal from Germany

You can’t trust a gal in leather

You can’t trust me

And trust me, I’m right

Trust me in the evening

And Trust me at night

written by Mark Lotterman, 2003