Hey Son!
Are you a conduit of kindness?
Are you comfortable in your shyness?
Or did you listen to your Dad
telling you to
'MAN UP'
Does your competitive streak need a tweak?
Are you out there
standing tall
or
would you rather curl up into a ball?
To be a man is to be hated
for your wolf whistle and your scaffolding.
Sometimes we wake up
and wonder what's happening.
We have no role any more
apart from therapist and penetrator.
It's kind of confusing
when we always feel like we are losing.
So we gotta fight and deal in spare parts
get drunk and light up our farts.
What is it to be a man?
Is it to be told continuously
You Can! You Can! You Can!
What if you can't?
What if you can't pretend any more?
to be a man?
What if you have to hit the floor
and hide from every motherfucker
who expects things from you?
Hunter, Gather, Provider
By the time you're 50
your heart has turned to concrete
you must have walked down
every sleazy street
looking for that woolly mammoth
to kill and eat.
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