Top dollah with the gold plate collah, pimpin' up in Stillwatah....PTG

Snoop fans unite. Imitation IS the highest form of flattery, you know.

While my rendition of LBC's finest might not ring true in your heart, this next "collaborative" effort often rings true in mine. This is actually a recreation of a poem that one of my best friends wrote waaaay back in the day. The first few lines and the last line are his, but the rest is continually adapted to whatever mood and situation I find myself in that prompts me to remember the point of the entire endeavor. This is the latest adaptation. I apologize in advance for the cheese factor, offering only in my defense the statement that sometimes there's power in cheese. Just ask Wisconsin.


I have a friend named Harry
who stands facing the wall.
Harry sees what Harry sees,
and Harry sees it all.

Harry sees but doesn't see
his eyes faced right ahead
Harry hears what Harry sees
his ears, his eyes, instead.

Harry knows what Harry knows;
it's us that tell him so.
Harry's back is to the world
in front...nowhere to go.

So Harry is not blind
to each of our attacks...
the slings and arrows that we hurl
at him behind his back.

And Harry knows our hate is not
confined to simply him.
Harry sees us talking;
he knows who did what and when.

Harry sees the image of ourselves
that we betray
Since how we act does not always
match up with what we say.

Harry knows our hearts,
and where they truly lie
Harry sees us as the very
selves we can't defy.

Harry sees the overflow of truth
contained in speech.
Harry knows JUST what we say
at times, the worst, in each.

Harry sees our whispered words
can bring both joy and pain
And Harry knows that there are times
at which we will refrain

And Harry knows that other times
we let loose our mind and tongue
Our senses do not tell us though
exactly who we're among.

Harry sees us both in our
best and worst of times.
Harry even hears our silly poems
filled up with rhymes.

So what would Harry tell us
were he to turn around?
Would he let us have it
for the hate that we impound?

While I can't be exactly certain
as I have not come out and asked
I think Harry would tell us
that the feelings that we mask

Perhaps should simply stay within
should they even exist at all
For any thought expressed aloud
is heard by at least the wall

And Harry, as you might have guessed
has the patience of a saint
Compassion is his to spare and share
with those victims of complaint

Which Harry tells me is much more
than just the others we discuss
Harry tells me that the subject,
at times, turns to each of us.

Harry goes on further to
suggest a simple plan.
Being "careful" just is not enough
It takes kindness to be a man.


If you can see with your ears, you can listen with your heart. Thanks, PTG.