he was a sparkling, shining one 
seemed like he had a lot of fun. 
surprised I looked him up and down 
is he for real? or just a clown? 

„whats with you?“, I kindly asked him 
„what do you mean? I am the KING !“ 
„the KING you are ?“ I fell on my knees 
„I apologize – forgive me please !“ 

whatever he felt  
he did not show it 
stand above me 
„so you didn’t know it?“, 
he said and: „never mind – 
all the stupids out there  
are of your kind.“ 

as I almost got angry 
he suddenly smiled 
„hey – I do like YOU – 
now don’t get wild! 
you are clever, nice and cool, 
I dont believe you're such a fool. 

I teach you the world, be my best friend 
will be the best time you’ve ever spent.“ 
so I calmed down, blinded by his crown – 

„what am I to do?“ -  I wanted to know, 
„it’s easy“ he laughed, „just do so: 

think - what I think 
say - what I say 
see -  what I see 
love - what I love 

hate - whom I hate 
and you’ll do just great.“ 

I tried to look right in his eyes 
but he was shining so bright 
that there was no chance 
to look behind his fancy glance 

so I did what he told me 
for weeks, months and years 
'til the one day in my live 
that he brought me to tears. 

for one little lie 
he let me die 
with no interest in the reason 
he started the killing season. 

but in that evil moment 
the full moon time spent 
its whole face to the sun 
god – what a fun ! 

the sun bursted into the dark 
crashed over the moon 
highlighted the spoon 
showed the true face of a shark 

and now I know 
his life is just a show 
needs the dark side of the moon 
to pretend he‘s a sweet lovely spoon 

me – I always stay the same 
including my bright sides and my shame 
no need to hide of the sun 
still looking at life with  
clearness and fun 

no need to hide behind the moon 
but (by the way) who needs a simple spoon 
that shimmers in his kingsize faky hall 

AT ALL ?