To Be a Man
Dressed in a black suit
In fancy black loafers
In snazzy black dress pants
With a little handkerchief in my coat pocket
With my hair slicked back nice and neat
With my mouth in a wide fake smile
You'll find one thing not pretty and shiny
And that's everything in my head
But they say life is a masquerade
And I'm just part of the parade
They tell me to fall in line
I'm one among a million clones
Every utterance a regurgitation
But look at my suit
And look inside my wallet
That's what makes me a 'man'
But the facade will never reach my eyes
As life tries to suck the soul right out of them
Forgive me for shattering the illusion
But inside I'm crying and slowly dying
But I laugh as I watch the news
I laugh as I hand customers their change
I laugh as it gets just a little too hot
And I laugh when I look in the mirror
Alone I rip off the black suit
I throw the fancy loafers at the wall
I take scissors to the snazzy black dress pants
I wipe away my blood, sweat, and tears with the handkerchief
I ruffle my hair to ruin my slicked back hair
And I slap my mouth to get rid of the fake smile
It's only in complete isolation you'll find something truly pretty and shiny
And that's everything in my head splattered on the mirror
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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