keep it a first draft before it disappears forever
it might be better to show this to you online
like another stranger friend once did to some other stranger
but you and I both know it doesn’t count for
shit unless it’s face to face.
man to man.
like the arguments we had about whether we were men for
sitting around staring at screens playing some other
look, i get it. escapism and all. fun stuff.
fun to talk about but when we put cause and effect
it’s where the real fun begins.
the outlook of our lives simplified into a logline
the day before we ditch the pitch.
but hey, man to man. the tears shed were mostly from
alcohol abundance, amidst amateur artists
but man were you manly. your head held high as my
body sulked low and another pint help prevent the awkward
phone call telecommunicating bad news to another
it’s the obstructive decision that forced your leave.
it’s the constructive criticism that I’ve foreignly seized.
but man to man talks end like an expiry date you aimed to please.