trolle werden
in flüssigem zustand
transportiert

fat bellied guy, behind
the wheel of a big car,
silently sipping his beer

i no longer wanted to be
the subject of a dizraeli song
so i left the coast

if rainbows go from
left to right, i found the end
but no pot filled with gold

the passengers
of the mercedes
fulfill every cliche

i can survive a hike through
death valley but not
a few hours on the beach

just a short glimpse into
their world, makes me believe
the dutch guy was right

similar but not the same
a different world
for less than a day