I’m a modern man. I’m a modern man. I’m a modern man. I’m a modern man. I’m a modern man, a man for the millenium, digital and smokefree. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and downsourced, and all the upside of downsizing and all the downside of upgrading. A fucking low life, a cutting edge, state of the art, bicoastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hotwired, heatseeking, warmhearted, cold customer, voiceactivated and biodegradeble.
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 eightball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message and of 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 highconcept, lowprofile mediumranged, ballistic missionary. A streetwise smartbomb, A topgun bottomfeeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing, bigfoot, slam dunk, rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic, a working ragaholic, out of rehab and in denial.
I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistent 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 nonbeliever and an overachiever, laid back but fashion forward. Upfront, down home, low rent, high maintenance. Super size, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready and built to last. I’m a hands on, foot loose, kneejerk headcase. Prematurily posttraumatic and I have a lovechild who sends me hatemail.
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 revenuestream has its own cashflow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex, I like rough sex, I like tough love. I use the f-word in my emails and the software on my harddrive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall, I bought a minivan at a megastore. 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 autorized, hospital tested, clinically approven, 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, vacuum wrapped, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I’m a rude dude but I’m the real deal, lean and mean. Cocked, glocked and ready to rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with tide, I’ve got glide in my stride. Driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, whaling and winning. I don’t snooze, so I don’t loose, I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy and luch time is crunch time. I’m hanging in, there ain’t no doubt, I’m hanging tough, over and out.