Lightning Bolts
Two lightning bolts were delivered to my roomThey were gifts from ZeusI rock the bolts in a basinet of pinePeople ask me how I amI say I am all rightI'm fine!I push the lightning bolt in a pramTill the sun goes down & it gets darkThe girls from Jubilee Street hang out their windowsAnd they wave & ask me how I am tonightI say I am goodI'm all right!I Athens all the youths are crying from the gasI am by the hotel room working on a tanPeople come up and ask me who I amI say if you don't knowDon't askZeus laughs but it's the gasHe asks me how I amI say Zeus don't askMy lightning bolts are jolts of joyThey are joy boys from ZeusI fed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledgeAnd in the cradle of democracy the pigeons are wearing gas masksMy lightning bolts play in the elevatorsThey slide down the hotel banisterAnd Zeus throws a gas canisterAnd it spins around the poolAs pigeons wearing respiratorsSteal the lightning boltsZeus wants them backO my bolts of joyO my darling little boysThey are lost to usAnd peopleThey are never coming backAt night I watch them sleepAnd cry years of tearsAnd it's not the gasPeople ask me how we areWe are I say mostly lost