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Issue 47/48 : January - June 2010 : Volume 12 No 3/4



    Rob Frail

    The Other Side of Somehow

    The ink on the pink slip started bleeding in a drop of rain,
    If I catch the drop before it hits the ground, maybe thatíll hold off the pain
    19 years on the assembly line, a line the bankers put to an end
    The rumors said it was coming, but sometimes you need to pretend
    Now Iím on the other side of Somehow, a place where ends donít meet
    How come ď10,000 CEOs laid offĒ is a headline weíll never see?
    Betty, she took it well, at least thatís what she showed
    She said "by the way, I gave the bank all our money, was much less than what we owedí
    They offered me a job at the new place, said weíll pay you to pack up & go
    but at half the wages; and I donít speak the language, down there in Mexico
    Iím on the other side of Somehow, where honest men are tempted to cheat
    How come ď10,000 CEOs laid offĒ is a headline weíll never see?
    Iím not an educated man, I work with my hands, but thereís one thing that I know:
    Big Business eats all the donuts, then leaves us with the holes
    Címon, give us a little justice, along with all the larceny
    Then Iíll know life was meant for living, beyond its warranty
    I had a funny dream last night, the CEOs were working for me
    I had Ďem digging holes, then filling them in; they say revenge can be sweet
    I handed them 10,000 pink slips; not a dime in severance pay
    And now from my side of Somehow, the vultures had become the prey
    Iím on the other side of Somehow, where justice is blind to greed
    How come ď10,000 CEOs laid offĒ is a headline weíll never see?

    No Ordinary Visionary

    I must confess I donít care if you take my advice
    As long as you let me give it to you, that will suffice
    I know I should stop right now, I know Iím paying friendshipsí price
    You know I canít help it; itís both my virtue and my vice
    Iím no ordinary visionary, my hindsightís 20-20
    I can tell you tomorrow what you did wrong today
    Iím no ordinary visionary, if you read between my lines, youíll see
    The advice I give to everyone else is really meant for me
    The more advice I give you, the more you resent me
    At the end of the day, I turn all my friends against me
    But the advice I give to you is helping me through my blues
    Isnít it ironic that my own tonic is helping me more than you
    If you meet no ordinary visionary, let him talk tilí heís blue in the face
    Because he needs the ear of someone dear and the difference he often makes
    Iím a projector, a real dejector, I can really bring you down
    My advice is like a life preserver, the kind that lets you drown
    Let me save you, and that will save me
    Let me save you, so you can save me
    I just hate to see you screw things up so badly
    Itís not for nothing, itís ícause I love you madly
    Whoops, I didnít mean to say that to you just now
    Love has a way of making you say these things anyhow
    Iím no ordinary visionary, my hindsightís 20-20
    if you let me tomorrow, I will love you today
    Iím no ordinary visionary, if you read between my lines, youíll see
    The advice I give to everyone else is really meant for me
    At the end of the day, my confidence sways like the bobble-headed man I am
    But I hope you can find it in your heart to listen before you condemn
    because Iím no ordinary visionary
    Yeah, Iím no ordinary visionary...

    New York

Shabdaguchha, an International Bilingual Poetry Journal, edited by Hassanal Abdullah