The Message

A tall man walks into a strip bar, it's a place he used to frequent often in his youth, now it's on his way home, it's crowded and he sits and drinks his beer and watches the end of a basketball game, it's filled with wanna-be gangster's and wanna-be actresses, everybody wanting to be somebody and in the end we're all just nobody, most of us chasing some fucking mirage called fame, why? and yet the tall man doesn't think he's chasing fame, he's just having a drink and being annoyed and then the dj plays the Message by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five and no one notices and as he sits in this place, a place that was once like his second home, a place he'd been in a thousand times, he understands how futile and fleeting it all is, all these kids being cool and these old men being creepy and the bull dykes chasing their youth and he listens to the song and subtly mouths the words, The Message, no one in this place is fucking getting it, no one except maybe the dj realizes how relevant the words are in a place like this and he drains his beer and makes for the door and walks into the cold air, he shivers and rolls home where he cracks a door and kisses his oldest son, and on the way towards his bed, in his little house, he sings... don't push me cuz i'm close to the edge/ i'm trying not to lose my head/ it's like a jungle/ sometimes in makes me wonder/ how i keep from going under/ huh huh huh huh. and then he stops and types this.