Berlin Doesn't Love Me
I’m trying to fall in love with Berlin
but she keeps giving me the cold shoulder.
I offered flowers and chocolates
thinking maybe she’s an old school girl
but she ripped the flowers up and threw the chocolates
right into the river
which was a terrible waste of good German chocolate.
I tried ignoring her,
thought about maybe spending time with her friends
Hamburg and Leipzig
would make her jealous
would make her come to me
and unfold her pretty little legs
and let me love her
but she didn’t care about that,
instead just went about with her art making
walking naked down the East Side Gallery,
laughing too loud at the Brandenburg Gate
Throwing rocks at the glass buildings
in Potsdamer Platz
until finally I had no choice
but to fall to my knees and say
Goddamnit, Berlin, you’re killing me.
I love you, alright?
I love you.
Just stop being sorry for the war
and let me kiss your Wall
and let’s go get a burger
in Kruezberg and drink some dark beer
cause I love you
and I want you to love me back.
But Berlin narrows her eyes at me,
leans in
and whispers
harsh like a cat hissing
and she tells me to shut up
because
I don’t know shit about shit.