I’m a modern man, a man for the millenium.
Digital and smoke-free.
A diversified, muti-cultural, post-modern, de-instructionist,
politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I’ve been uplinked and downloaded.
I’ve been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing and downside of upgrading.

I’m a cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker,
and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
I’m new waves but I’m old school.
My inner child is outward bound.

I’m hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted, cool customer,
voice-activated and biodegradable.
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 8-ball, ahead if the curve, riding the wave,
dodging the bullet and pushing the envelope,
I’m on point, on task, on message and off drugs.
I got no need for coke and weed,
I got no urge for benge and spurge.

I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top and under the radar.
A high concept, low profile, medium range, ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeter.

I prioritize, I tell power lies,
I take power naps, I do victory laps.
I’m a totally ongoing, big, fast, slam dunk rainmaker with a
pro-active outreach.
A raging workoholic. A working rage-o-holic.
Out of the rehab,
and in DENIAL.

I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper,
a personal assistant and a personal agenda.
You cant shut me up, you cant dumb me down.
‘coz I’m tireless, and I’m wireless
I’m an alpha male with beta blockers.

I’m a non-believer. I’m an over achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.
Up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance,
super sized, long lasting, high definition, fast acting,
ever ready and built to last.

I’m a hands on, foot loose, knee jerk, head case,
prematurely post-traumatic,
and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
But I’m feeling, I’m caring. I’m healing, I’m sharing.
A supporting, nurturing, primary care-giver.

My output is down, and my income is up.
I take a short position on a long bond.
My revenues team has its own cash flow.
I read junk mail, I eat junk food.
I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports.

I’m gender-specific, capital-utensive,
user friendly and lactosyn tolerant.
I like rough sex, I like tough love.
I use the f-word in my e-mail,
the software on my hard-drive is hardcore, not softporn.

I bought a microwave in a mini-mall,
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food on the slow lane,
I’m toll free, bite-sized, ready to wear, and come in all sizes.

A fully equipped, factory authorized, house tested,
clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle.
I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre=heated, pre-steamed,
pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried,
double-wrapped, vaccum-packaged, and
I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I’m a rude dude but I’m the real deal. I’m lean and mean,
clocked, 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 got line in my stride.

Driving and moving, selling and spending,
jiving and grooving, willing and winning.
I dont snooze, so I dont lose.
I keep the pedals and medals and the rubber on the road.
I party hardy, and lunch time is crunch time.

I’m hanging in, there aint no doubt,
and I’m hanging tough, OVER AND OUT.