We were pushed in little norms,
march and shout and uniforms.
A shorter life just say your graces
build your muscles take up spaces.
Make the money, pray to God
while you're treated like a dog.
Don't move your lips, have no opinion,
fight for some dead queen's dominion.
Don't complain, there is no exit
after all you are a sexist.
You were born a useless male
you're more endangered than the whale.
Inferior you're not a leader
they even call your shirt wife-beater.
Don't pose too much that's just a guise,
don't think too much, you're never wise.
Born attached a male defect
just laugh it off; it won't infect.
You drink too much, the experts find
but that is just the male-child mind.
Feel the pressure to make wealth
and take the powders in Men's Health.
Lie awake as you can't sleep
without the shepherd no more sheep.
Violent, nasty, vain and cruel
but men can take it - it is cool.
You're mental, tired, hard and worn.
It must be all that bloody porn.
(Just a poem I once wrote for my brothers.
No reason to rant or feel angry whatsoever.)
edit on 15-6-2015 by halfoldman because: (no reason given)