Here's what happens on graveyard shifts...you meet some wacko frickin sob's!! Last night around 11pm I'm at my brothers hotel about to run the night audit when in strolls a guy in his late 40's to mid 50's wearing a tore up old levi coat and worn pants...he hands me a peice of paper (instantly I think oh hell I'm bout to get robbed!!). He says "Hi I'm Rocky, I'm a poet and was wondering if you would read this and I'll come back in a month or so and ask you what you thought of it?" Uh sure guy...
So here's his wonderful poem lol...
The Modern Man,
digital and smoke free,
a man for the millennium.
I take it slow, I go with the flow.
I ride the tide, I've got glide in my stride.
I'm a high-tech, free-lance, low life, bottom feeder,
a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk, head-case.
I ain't a rude dude, but I'm the real deal,
rough, tough, and hard to bluff.
I'm ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet,
over the top, under the radar.
I'm so interactive, I'm hyperactive,
and from time to time I'm radioactive.
I'm a toll-free, heat-seaking, bite-size, oven-ready,
pre-heated, warm-hearted, cool-customer.
I'm behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve,
in the moment, on the edge.
I'm gender specific, voice activated, user friendly,
hospital tested, clinically proven, ready-to-wear, built-to-last.
I'm hangin' in there ain't no doubt,
and I'm hangin' tough over & out.
Rocky.
....um what the hell does all that mean?? Gotta love these here graveyard shifts fellas!!
~Z~