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MAN

Ponder in the hollow of thy own existence Feed on thy own friend's misfortune Desire what thee has no need for Take from thy own neighbor Ignore thy own reflection Sleep while thee are awake Separate thyself from thy own brother Ask thyself, why me Convince thyself, why not I Deserve only what thee receives Drowning In the shallow end of thy own soul This is... Man. © 8.96 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

I...?

I soothe As I silently kill you I pacify As I wreak internal havoc I rationalize As I bend logic To fit the mold at hand I give you what you want As I bury what you truly need I give you strength As I suck life's blood from you I smile upon you As I laugh behind your back I smell of rose As I conceal my true stench I give to you false hope As I crash test your life I allow you to taste sweet success As I use only artificial sweetener I lift your self esteem As I pull the rug out from under you I anesthetize the pain As I plan your inevitable hangover I loosen your inhibitions As I prolong your awakening I ward off the feeling of failure As I perpetually stunt your growth I allow the net of safety As I so deeply deceive I...DENIAL Am your wolf in sheepís clothing I...DENIAL Am your two bit, two faced, Smiling Jack, seemingly harmless, Eddy Haskell, back stabbing, cheat of a friend. © 10.19.96 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

TO WAIT

(It's a long one...hang in there. The 3rd verse pays off.)

We belong, You and I To this generation. A generation of gratification To the order of the utmost immediacy. Give it to me... Now, I say No, let it be faster than now. I want it yesterday No please for you No thank you. Ahhh...but worry yourselves not My impatient cowboy junkies of "X" I have the best of news for you, rocket man The panacea does exist. The answers all within For you and I I hold hear in my sweaty little hand Simplicity...word times two Immediately, we will do As all who have demanded before us To wait... We must. For these shoes of concrete To break free I must wait. For the arrival of he Who turneth Kool Aid into wine I must wait. To find if paths chosen Are in truth The road less traveled I must wait. For the flower drum song I must wait. For splendor in the grass I must wait. For my detachable penis to find itself I must wait. For the gap of opposing generations To narrow I must wait. For red wine and chocolate By the stewards of drug and food To be declared prophylactic I must wait. For ass ponies To clean up after them selves I must wait. For pop to eat itself I must wait. For Iggy to finally eat a decent meal And pop I must wait. For video to kill the radio star I must wait. For candidates of presidency To speak the gospel I must wait. For the peace I seek Of the mind I must wait. For Peter Pan To turn over his peanut butter proceeds To charity I must wait. For the butt holes of surfers To heal the Santa Monica Bay I must wait. For definitions, and explanations To the obscure references of a bearded Mr. Miller I must wait. To see just how many Direct to video sequels of Aladdin Robin and Walt can crank out before post-mortem death I must wait. To see if the one million smack daddies per episode Is enough to purchase a seventeen year old, large breasted teen wife For Mr. Ed, or is it Wilbur. I must wait. To find if these cathartic words Grace the blank and empty retinas Of my peerless peers I must wait. To know in final If the many dawns of time can quell This innate cynicism This paper cutting sarcasm I hold so dear To this dessert I call my soul To quote a self proclaimed politically correct artist With good intentions, bad judgment And a live show that resembles Mack plays lizard cums all over glitter town The human condition incarnate I must wait. © 9.22.96 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

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