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not MAN enough



Should I say breasted

Swollen headed

Rifty shouldered

Or broad chested


With the feet apart, fingers attached

Reminiscing simulations of expected fallacies

We still cannot promise 

That which may only be a wish

That by hook or crook

We live not to miss


One may hide his fear 

Because people like him are rare

Or when salvation is near

But when a determined face 

Is hidden behind a disposable mask,

Then this is my take,

"Lives are at stake

For job security sake"


Albeit:

Positive mood and posture

Creates a gigantean stature

That holds onto a diminishing dream 

And licks it like honey ice cream


Therefore I am no moron

In this metaphorical oxymoron;

Of a naked dressed officer

Wasting kiwi on black leather.


But as we stand at our faith's peak

It will take less than a week

To prove we were never weak

Courtesy only kept us meek

But time on our side, shall speak

And men shall find what they seek.


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