New York is a big city.
Japan is a rich nation.
Warren Buffet is a rich man.
Friedrich Nietzsche is a dead man.
The living
Search for intellect.
The intellect
Dwells in coffins.
Existence exists in a timely fashion
Then you are gone.
And when you are gone
I might exist still.
And when you think
That in time
You wont be thinking
Jesus looks pretty tempting.
Jesus looks pretty sad
On that cross.
The Romans were pretty victorious
Spawning a religion
In the act of an execution.
Maybe it was suicidal to their legacy.
When the British idolized Rome
And banished the Pope from their sensibilities
They loved something
Which was something
Before something happened
To make that something
Something less.
So that the semblance comes in
To say what should be said
If we are to believe the speech
Of someone who was only trying.
Someone who should die
Like someone else shouldn’t.
And Los Angeles
Could be New York
If only the death would come faster,
Because when you see the two together
You gotta ask
What is a big city?
Because I have seen men.
And I see men
Who are only men
In the manly sense.
Men like lesbians
Who walk around
Loving what I should
Even if they shouldn’t.