I have watched, listened, experienced,
Pondered to learn from contradictions,
Those gaps, the teachers in a man’s life .
There are glaring misconceptions,
The folly of blatant mental posturing,
Delusional justifications trying to define a man.
They are misguided, shortsighted,
Easily manipulated, injected,
The vinegar of male inoculation.
These vocal dystopian whiners,
Miserable knife wielding neuters,
Harpies ingesting the food of manhood.
Some would saddle the horse, ride him,
Use the crop until his strength stumbles,
But, no man is anyone’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 life’s history,
It is the blame game between sexes.
Wasted posturing, justifying micro niches,
The piddling prattling of wannabe’s,
Never reaching the stature of a man.
Even a comfortable conforming male praying mantis,
Safe, feels insect manly in his resplendent exoskeleton,
Until on a whim, a satisfied mantis female devours him.