by Tom Mcmurray

Created on: August 24, 2008

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I am the man who has a plan
To fill your life with ecstasy.
My little pills will give you thrills
And rid you of complexity.

Some fan the flame that I'm to blame
For all the service I provide.
But I supply and seed the need,
I don't create your suicide.

Like all good things that commerce brings,
I merely claim my right of trade.
I give you this, a gift of bliss,
Though I admit the bliss will fade.

Now look at me, what do you see?
I am no monster from afar!
I am your doctor, proctor, priest,
A face to grace your local bar.

And when you stare in mirror fair,
What is reflected back so true?
A face of need and pleasure's greed-
That vacant face in there is you!

The world unfurled her flags to me
And I am needed everywhere.
I walk the talk so fluently;
A citizen beyond compare.

The time is right to speak my mind
I've been maligned by history.
Don't point at me as if to find
The "why" inside your misery.

No more to preach the Pusher Man
Created great calamities,
The Pusher Man produced a plan
That guarantees no certainties.

But I will push this promise free!
The game will change from ecstasy
To need that bleeds dependency;
Prepare for this reality.

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