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be a man

 

some jobs are dirty & hard & uglifying

but someone's gotta do em

why not u?

some might call that

being a loser

i call that being a man

& everything happens for a reason

if u love life

romanticism is not roses & necklaces only

romaticism is cleaning up her vomit when she cannot

or cutting her toenails nice from hospital gunk

& u have the arrogance oh suave stranger

to doubt another's capability to love?

love is not vanity

as the song goes this is nothing new

love is humility

as u get collected with the rubbish u put out

this is nothing strange

unremarked upon what has to be done

it's all part of ur love for her

worth every fuckin minute

this poem is not only for the fellas

but those who know the glory of the multidimensional workhorse

the jack of all trades

who are slaughtered in the wars on men

all to protect the mystique of famous actors

trust me any man or woman can scrub up ok

it's in our DNA

still as Tom Petty put it

"even the losers get lucky sometimes"

that's right

the butter sure melts in my mouth 😘

there'll be good times ahead

things you've never imagined

u were born lucky if uv known love

how did u get so lucky?

i have no fuckin idea

but never close ur heart


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