Smile, You Pussy
I’m sinking down into the floor
Melting away, as never before
The things I loved, gone away
Why I hurt, I can not say.
Something is wrong, and for no reason
To admit my crime results in treason.
My symbol of a manly life,
Will be cut off with a jagged knife.
Placed upon me, rules and regs
I try to run away, until they cut off my legs.
Accepting my fate, I remain quiet.
To violate a norm shall cause a riot.
Melting away, as never before
The things I loved, gone away
Why I hurt, I can not say.
Something is wrong, and for no reason
To admit my crime results in treason.
My symbol of a manly life,
Will be cut off with a jagged knife.
Placed upon me, rules and regs
I try to run away, until they cut off my legs.
Accepting my fate, I remain quiet.
To violate a norm shall cause a riot.
posted by Stewie at
9:25 AM
1 Comments:
Spoiler....also, this helps me remember what the Fuck I meant when I wrote it.
This lovely little ditty was inspired by a conversation with my girlfriend about the last time I cried. The underlying idea is that many "people" (men in particular, of which, I am one) feel pressure not to express any emotional weakness. I wrote another poem earlier in the blog around the same topic that was a little more....er....um....direct and less "bouncy" in feel.
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