Where Am I Without You?
Just an address where they
send the bills and junk mail.
Just a phone number where
"Anonymous", "Unavailable",
"Blocked" and "No Caller I.D."
pester me unrelentingly,
but seldom leave a message.
Who Am I Without You?
Just one more pair of
lungs sucking oxygen.
Just one more set of
rubber tires swarming
along the expressways,
belching exhaust fumes.
What Am I Without You?
Just a mass of protoplasm
and declining brain matter.
Why Am I Without You?
Just a case of bad luck and
bad timing, at least for now.
But When I Am With You?
I'm the King in his Castle!
The Lord of the Manor!
The Maitre d' at the
Five Star Cafe del Amore!
Snug as a bug, tucked under
the rug, so give us a hug!
And Hasta La Vista, Baby
to the rest of the World!
The host, the toast, the boast.
The cast, the best, the test.
The fist, the fast, the haste.
The must, the most, the cost.
The rest, the rust, the last.
The lost, the crossed, the waste.
A bombed out church, a gutted apse.
Moronic lurch, demonic lapse.
Bubonic plague! Forget the Hague!
Exit the gates of the Deathcamps.
Reach with a stub, once an arm.
And enter the gates of ANIMAL FARM.
( The appeasement of Hitler. The "Pax" with Stalin. Death camp survivors behind the �Iron Curtain�. )
through hills and rocky crags
past olive groves, vineyards
and spartan villages:
Witness caves. And crumbling
shrines and temples,
agoras and amphitheatres,
playing fields and fortresses.
In this venerable place...
A Stranger was welcomed as a guest.
A Messenger bearing news
might pause for rest.
An Actor of Tragedy
behind his painted mask,
recounted legends of the past.
And Oracles augured Glory. And Doom.