I have watched and listened,
Suffered from contradictions,
Those gaps in a man’s life.
There are misconceptions,
Blatant mental posturing,
Delusions defining a man.
They are misguided, shortsighted,
Easily manipulated, injected,
The vinegar of male inoculation.
These vocal dystopian needlers,
Miserable cretins of neutering,
Harpies eating the grist of manhood.
We need not fear them, ignore them,
Pay no attention to them, for
A man is no one’s beast of burden.
Some may think this folly of conjecture,
But, it bears the soul of Occam,
Simply put, we are what we are.
Acceptance is a harsh reality, truth,
The granite laid by human history,
It is the blame game between sexes.
Wasted posturing, justifying micro-niches,
The piddling prattling of wannabe’s,
Never reaching the true stature of a man.
Hold this truth close to your breast,
There is hidden danger in masculinity,
Subtle skirmishes can have dire consequences.
Even a male praying mantis is comfortable,
Feeling safe in his exoskeleton,
Until a satisfied female devours him.
©2021 Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 