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Sorry folks, No rant today, but here are some poems instead.

Spoken-word artist and musician Laurence Tenenbaum

In honour of Last week’s rant:

Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.

Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all running after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all trying to get me

Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.
All work for Dr. H.
And Dr. H. is someone,
I don’t even know

Why he sent his goons after me
Is still a mystery, to me, yeah
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.
I must elude these opponents, three.

Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all chasing after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all out to get me

And Dr. H, is sitting in his office
I don’t know what I did to him
That he would send 3 goons out to get me.
(Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.)

Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all chasing after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all out to get me.

… And now a quick philosophical one…

Am I?

Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Am I?

Here’s a moldy one from out the vaults! (Perhaps this one is more appropiate for Hallowe’en, but Valentines day will do)

Haunting you

I’m haunting you
But I’m not really there
Still, you see me at every turn
Through the corner of your eye
And in every dream you dream at night
But you peer into your mind and there I am,
I’m just a conjured image
Popping up here and there,
Now, and again
I’m haunting you

Blink, I’m there
Shut your eyes,
I’m there

Haunting, not stalking,
I’m not really there

You see me
In your shower,
In your shadows,
In your bed

In all of your cracks, your crannies, your every back-alley,
And crevice in your mind
You see me in your sleep
But it’s all in your head

I’m driving you insane, you say
And, you’re right. I’m a delusion.

You can bet that at all times I’ll be watching you
But I won’t really be there,
Because
I’m haunting you

And last but not least, Who hasn’t felt this way at some time?

The WhineO

well, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine, no
said, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine….

If only I could afford to drink
I wouldn’t actually need it,
Or so I would think
Always in the red, never in the pink
I’m always having this stress
Until I need a shrink

But I’m a wine-o
And I whine oh!
Can never afford for me no wine, no!
well, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine

well if someone out there
would buy me a drink,
I’d probably be really grateful,
be it beer or wine, or whiskey or rum
right now I can’t afford no alcohol…

’cause, I’m a whine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine, no
yeah, I’m a whine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine

Laurence Tenenbaum was born in Montreal, and has been involved in many areas and various scenes including but not limited to,the Montreal Music scene, the Montreal Spoken Word / Poetry scene, the Montreal Visual Art scene and has attended many automotive shows. While he should a happy and well-adjusted individual, with a combination of ADD, Gout, A type "A" personality, and the massive tonnage of BS dumped onto him on a constant basis often makes him seem angry and irritable. However he's usually correct in his frustrations, especially when they're directed at assorted things that aggrivate him and many other people too. he therefore brings you "Laurence Rants," a chance to vent his and all our collective frustrations. so if something frustrates, irritates or just plain confuses him, and he thinks other people can relate to it, it just might end up in one of Laurence's Rants. *** *** *** *** *** Annoying legalese-type fine print *** *** *** *** *** *** -- The opinions expressed in Laurence's Rants are the views of the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the views of Forget the Box Media, Its sponsors, or anyone else.

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