Topic: THE WHAT AM I poem

Don't worry, thinking to hard about the man I am
Even playing it strictly and follow a plan so fair
Playing a pretender, I'm sorry too much shown when I see a cam
I am me and you are you, look some farther, look elsewhere

I studied long, back than the days were so long and nights they were to short
I spended more money than I had, for booze, girls and for transport
I raced from bar to bar and yes sometimes for law court
those days will never come back, even with esco

Hidden memories, deep in my brain, or better what's left of it
I had a job, me, the very lazy active man, and it became a hit
A waiting room, a cabinet, a car, and a lot of people in that room, enough to fit
They came from close, but more from far, the patients pie had split.

They say you're independent, I really wish that this was true
You don't have a boss, but 30-40 bosses and they all want you
Examine people, listen, talking, prescribing drugs without taboo
Driving from here to there, dressed up in a nice suite and no tattoo.

Day after day, month after month and year after year I saw patients, more and more
I've seen it all, I knew a lot and every year I saw more people than before
Was I a good doc, I guess it's true, for a lot of people I was the cure, in my own store
I loved my job, worked day and night, neglecting myself, my wife even changed the door

I left her, she got my house in 1995, and all I could was singing a song
like doot doot do lookin' out my back door, and I never stayed that long
I drove my Porsche over her porch, and with a friend I played ping pong
I worked hard, harder and had a big success, from A to B, a whole furlong

Some years later, I hit a tree, who crossed the road and my car implode
it was a beautiful "beamer" in burgundy red, squeezed together and ready to explode
I stayed at home in mamma's house together with a nurse
Unfortunatelyn she had one obsession "how to fill my pirse

So this is it, my beloved friends, in stead of dead I'm still very alive
I started to work again, against advise and whole alone, I had no wife
Got me a brandnew car, to work again, I was so scared to ster in it and drive
I had to stop, too much suffering, no more samba's, tango's rock and jive.

[color=blue]- GITAARDOCPHIL SAIS: TO CONQUER DEAD, YOU HAVE TO DIE[/color]   AND [color=blue] we are born to die[/color]
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]