Einsteins' Dreary
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-damned sky on fire
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment