The 21st Century Man

You sit there with that Scotch drink talking about Obama and things

A hurricane of black smoke escapes in between every puff, another story

Another anecdote.

Cohiba always was for the gentry, Siglo VI, rest assured, everyone knows that’s only for the rich or the phonies.

Your eyes beam with excitement at the mere thought of closing that business deal,

Blackberry close by, never out of reach, a single vibrate a single dial…

Tie loosened, shoes shined, the million-dollar man behind a million lies.

Cartier tells you it’s close to late, as it covers the cross tattoo left on your wrist from many moons ago,

Was it that far back since the trip to the Golgotha?

Brushing down the D&G suit, fresh off the Fall’s Paris Fashion Week shoot,

Leaving a $50 tip, for a $50 malt,

What a man, what a joke.

You stand tall, walk strong, with a double bent soul

Shot in the knee, wounded in the stomach, clenched at the heart

By a love lost years ago

We all know that story and what it robs a man of,

“She fucked me up that lying slut”;

But that door has been shut, sealed off with red wax dripping from a bleeding heart.

You slick back your thick black hair; remember to thank Jose for the trim

Breathing in your Davidoff Cool Water,

And exhaling the frustration of years spent re-building your iron wall,

East VS West, Mind VS Soul.

“Nothing phases me” that’s what you would say

But the truth remains that you confuse disillusionment with reality...

Drive off in your Maserati Quattro Porte to your Hollywood life,

Go home to plastic Jane, and Armani Casa and that loyal canine.

Tip of the hat, and pat on the back for making it out alive from that recession

And money ridden strife, the drought is over, and the pockets are full giving you

A Kobe beef steak every Thursday night

Washed down by a bottle of red wine from Bordeaux

What a man, what a life.

But this story has found no glory,

Based on a man with once simple dreams,

But Benjamin made them concrete, didn’t he?

Salute the President that made you a misguided sheep,

The Sheppard may find you one day, curled up by the steps of His house

He will let you in, because He forgives you, forgives us all

All us lost souls, writhed with our own selfish ventures.

Let me clear away your ashes and empty cup

Here comes another 21^st Century man,

Better serve him his drink.