How To Be a Man

The youngest son gets the bruises
with a rose-tinted view of the world
that’s merely just a blood-stained ignorance
He looks at Barbie and sees nothing
Where’s the self worth
if it can’t even be seen?

Hey honey, I’m not dead yet
I don’t care about the rumours
I’m just having a tough time

But there’s no true path
on how to be a man
Overt-masculinity is fake
when the body has flaunted all it can

The Teenager finds problems in the mirror
those simple cracks will deepen in time
or at least it’s how it looks
Mr Media how can you degrade me
when you’re nothing but dust
gathering on the pages of soft-pornography

Hey honey, has the high worn off yet?
Sweet candy, puppies and roses
can’t hide how torn up you are

But there’s no true path
on how to be a man
Overt-masculinity is fake
when the body has flaunted all it can

The End

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