E I N S T E I N S D R E a R Y

EINSTEIN’S DREARY People are always asking why Why do you yearn to set afire the sky? They ask my empty voice for a rapid reply Yet they might as well ask me “why I can’t fly? In the center of every hollow sentence is something they imply And after all these years they still ask why I like to get high It’s a simple equation much like two plus two equals four And I like taking drugs because too many people are a bore They either are bores, whores and all cause me to snore They all know facts and figures but I know far more For instance I know that if a person says “I’ve never cried” it’s a lie And “no” despite your inane question I cannot fly So stop asking me for advice, solutions or the key to everlasting love That’s a question you must deliver to someone above Einstein’s up there and can spoon-feed you the answers you require While all I yearn to do is set the god-d*mned sky on fire © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~