Man's Man Poem by Kevin Patrick

You drive a Ford Pickup to go to the gym
And where baseball caps with excessive bling blign
Every morning, you cultivate, the stubble on your chin
To look attractive, as a resident, who comes from Sing Sing

You're committed to your faith but don't go to church
Preferring the malls with Abercrombie and Finch
On weekends you party with underage girls
Living life to the fullest as a first shooter pimp

(Forgetting the commandment of premarital sex)

Gods second to Scarface in your orthodox world
Where attitudes superior to owning a brain
The closest you've ever come to reading a book
Was subscribing to tattoos and car magazines

Anyone you disagree with is automatically 'A Fag'
Defying your preconceived notions that challenge your ways
But you like showing off your abs to the guys
Impressing the stallions with your priceless charades

(While secretly watching them more than their wives)

When hanging with the boys, you play the alpha Male
So all discussions are butch, and related to Sports
Jock strapped, poker face, with jokes about the derriere
Johnny Knoxville is the king, godfather to Dane Cooke

Windbreakers, BBQ, action films and slaughter
It's all about possessing the image credentials
Magnifying your hubris as the laconic phantom
Riding on the white horse of masculine obsessions

The hot mamas want you, to be their sugar Daddy
Since you're a smooth talking car selling sultan
But you inevitably you just another Baby Daddy
Aborting the full mission of happily ever after

(Cause you prefer the high-rise over the burbs)

You're a man, with the glands
Testosterone on steroids
Domineering and compulsive
And not yes sir Android
You're a man

Such a man, not a scam

Chewing all the scenery
As a Million dollar athlete
That doesn't talk philosophy
Your a mans man

Yes. A strapping talking man
Big Kahuna of the players
Too bad you're getting dragged down
By the damages of years

And now you're just a boy