tralalabala · 99

I am a modern man, A man for the millennium, Digital and smoke free. A diversified, multi-cultural, Post-modern deconstructionist; Politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art, Bi-coastal multi-tasker, And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I’m new-wave, but I’m old school; And my inner c***d is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, Warm-hearted cool customer; Voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database; My database is in cyberspace; So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, And from time to time I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, Ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet Pushin' the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message, And off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed; I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, on the edge, Over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, Medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom-feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing, big-foot, slam-dunk, Rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic; Out of rehab and in denial. I’ve got a personal trainer, A personal shopper, A personal assistant, And a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up; You can’t dumb me down. Cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless. I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers. I’m a non-believer, An over-achiever; Laid-back and fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home; Low-rent, high-maintenance. I'm super-sized, long-lasting, High-definition, fast-acting, Oven-ready and built to last. A hands-on, footloose, knee-jerk head case; Prematurely post-traumatic, And I have a love c***d that sends me hate-mail. But I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing. A supportive, bonding, nurturing Primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, And my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, and I watch trash sports. I’m gender-specific, capital-intensive, User-friendly and lactose-intolerant. I like rough sex; I like tough love. I use the f-word in my email. And the software on my hard drive Is hard-core -- no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini-mall. I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear, And I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory-authorized Hospital-tested, clinically proven, Scientifically formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, Pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, Post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped And vacuum-packed. And... I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock; Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow; I ride with the tide, I’ve got glide in my stride. Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin', Jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal And the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunchtime is crunch time. I’m hangin' in, there ain’t no doubt; And I’m hangin' tough. Over and out! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Good and Evil Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters. You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom. You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.” For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root. You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue. You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. Even those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness. You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, You are only loitering and sluggard. Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles. In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you. But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest. And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore. But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?” For the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the houseless, “What has befallen your house?” Kahlil Gibran.