“Oh NOW I’m just a MAN”
So I’m no longer me, I’m this “it” this “thing” just a “man”
Was I a “man” yesterday when a dilapidated soul needed a place to rest its head
Was I a “man” when ‘I need you’ treacherously dove head first from your lips
Was I a “man” when the offspring of you indiscretions needed proper sustenance
Was I a “man” last spring when YOUR substance of life stained my floor
I haven’t busted in months because I’m about the “us”
Not about the primal urge of sexual intimacy that pulsates in my deprived appendage
I’ve sacrificed much too much to sit here and listen to some man child coin phrases