Lucky little you,
Damsels in despair
We all believe in our hearts
Hidden under knuckle battered chests
We are most certainly designed to save you.
We come ready with a war chest full of insecurities and unchecked egos.
Army of Babies pulling on ill fitting man costumes
Distinguished Superman Under Roos.
Gathered up in our selfish hulking arms,
Squeezing for purpose around your understanding neck
A soundly pop will not halt our never ending pursuit.
A timeless loop of a misogynist Looney Tune of anxious, sweaty flesh
Playing in syndication in every language
Our fear of becoming irrelevant.
Casual barbarians draped in feminine furs
Rescued from the tower we set ablaze
Carried limp from our caveman blow
A fair fight since we cannot lose,
Slay your pet dragon
Starve your kingdom
A hundred year drugged sleep
Imprisoned in our devotion
Haunting you with our misguided perception of masculinity
Barrel chests and Norse god beards forever