Fame

I beat the wall

and the wall beats me

I can´t get through

I paint onto the walls

And the walls fall on me

I left all my pictures at home

Lay in the coffin

Nailed it from outside

Went to sleep

I slept for one-hundred-year

Dreaming sweet dreams

Of hunger and desperation

When beating woke me up

They transferred my coffin in the art gallery

As a part of the show

There was a mob

Champagne

Caviar

Fireworks

Much shouting

Much kissing

Everybody shaking my dead hand

I was astounded

I didn´t understand

The pictures are still the same

What can one-hundred-year do?

I was kind of upset

They didn´t let me sleep