A Letter to an Invisible Man

 

A Letter to an Invisible Man

 

Wotcher Cock? How invisible do you feel today? Not invisible enough eh?

Toxic Masculinity and the Patriarchy giving you a bad name.

Your twenty years of fame are surely to blame.

To go from a somebody to a nobody in one quick exposure was always your plan.

Thanatos planted by ‘cywilydd Capel’

 

It’s a funny old game innit, celebrity, fame

We’re all blaming the Sun but that newspaper is our collective subconscious

It is the swamp of our minds writ large

By screaming blue murder at it we’re screaming at ourselves

You haven’t read enough Self Help books, go look on the shelves.

 

The loneliness and isolation you must have felt all these years

as a ‘Trophy Welshman’ holding your own among the British Establishment

We would admire your suit and curled lip and unfinished croissant

“Didn’t he do well” “Look you, indeed to goodness he’s one of our own”

The ebullient personality and dark moods.

 

Now in a Hospital bed you think back to all you have lost

But think to what you have gained

The knowledge that heterosexuality, marriage and family is all a game

It is within those prisons that men hide all their shame

It’s out now, so you are free.