In My Room

In my room
With its broken door
The posters on the wall
Of Hitler, John and Paul
I see myself

In my room
There's books of Somerset Maugham
Of Irving Stone and Oscar Wilde
There's poetry of my own
And I can be myself

In my room
There's imitation Lautrecs
Jane Avril is my favourite
The Moulin Rouge is next
I think I'll burn them all
For they're no good at all
You didn't understand

By my head
There's a photograph of you
Your face seems to be sad
I wonder where you are
I suppose you're fine
I wanted to share my room with you