My Picture on the Wall…

(thanks John Z for the inspiration)

My picture it does hang on the wall,

No not of the museum or the “Louve”, so tall,

But on the wall of the office for post,

If I ever get caught, I will be nothing but toast…

I always go in with makeup, hiding my face, changing my voice,

You must understand I really have little choice,

No passport can I get, no special licenses either,

I am alone in my run, no one knows of my past,

I prefer to leave it that way, god knows, as he is the last…

Electricity shall pass through my body in accordance with state law,

Its been tried before, I just seem to absorb it into my system,

Never do I bawl, nor cry, nor bleed, nor die, at all…

I cannot be killed by man; only by my god, the end of the all…

              © ed – 3/13/04