Old Man In the Mirror Must Die

One early winter morning A man went to the mirror To do his morning shave Just another shave Like a thousand, million shaves before As he looked into the mirror He did not see his face Instead he saw a stranger Staring out at him An old, beat up old man With intense sad eyes Stared out at him The man looked hard At the man who had taken Over his mirror And wondered who he was And how and why He had taken over his mirror The man was perturbed, disturbed And a bit angry at the turn of events All he wanted to do Was shave in peace and quiet The man continued to stare At the face in the mirror And finally could not stand it anymore He looked at the mirror And said, Man in the mirror Who or what are you And what do you want And why have you taken over My god damned mirror So early in the morn The old man Merely laughed and resumed staring At the man The man getting more and more angry Demanded an answer From the fiend in the mirror Who are you, you mocking fiend And what do you want from me The man screamed The old man in the mirror Looked at him and said Don't you know who I am I am you and you are me The man looked at the old man And said no, no, no I am not you, never will be you I am not an old, washed up old man I am me – full of life, youth and vitality And yet the man knew the truth Did not want to admit the truth Could not handle the truth The old man in the mirror Was what he had become The man was very angry And screamed At the old man in the mirror The man said you may look like me You may sound like me You may even smell like me But I am not you Never have been Never will be Not going to happen Not in a million years And the man stormed out of the house And wandered about here and there Finally late at night He wandered into a bar And began drinking the night away The next morning He walked into the bathroom Determined to confront the old man Tell truth to power He said, listen up, old man You may have won the war But not the battle I am not you And never will be you And screaming like an escaped banshee Newly freed from the mental institution The man shot the old man in the mirror Shot him over and over Screaming die mocking fiend from hell The man woke in the hospital And saw down the hall The old man in the mirror Smiling and beckoning to him Walking out the window And into the dawning sun The man got up and walked And joined the old man in the mirror And smiled as he died