"The Stranger"

"Canned again,
    can't get an even break…
all I need is a job,
    won't anybody help me…."

"I'll help you,…..Joe,
   if you really need help…
don't waste my time,
   if you don't care…"

"Who the hell are you..
    comin' on like,
      you're God or somethin'
Of course , I need help,
 don't you want to help me..
    or…are you some fat cat,
       never been down,
              on your luck…"

"Who the hell are you… anyway…."

"Most folks just know me as a stranger….
   A lot of time,
      I've helped them
But they didn't even notice…"

"But,
    thats alright,
      it's the good that counts.."

"You mean,
    you helped people
       and they didn't give a damm,
or even,
               say Thank ya…"

"That's right Joe,
    just like I'm helping you now….
hearing you pukin' your guts out,
    pukin' out your worries and fears…"

"Come on Joe,
     Ya still got some more left in ya….
 just let it….
                    all hang out….."

"Well,
            I feel kinda bad
  now you've went out for me…."

"By the way,
                         Stranger,
  I didn't catch your name…."

The stranger replied…….


                                       I AM

                                                 S.-T.

March 2000, "S.T." Interview sections you may visit (click)
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