CAN YOU FIND THE MAN
Can you find the man in me,
Behind these crying eyes?
Look for the man with the blood stains on his thighs.
I am so unlike the men,
Strong and solemn in black suits and ties,
Men who roam the business world.
I am not the man
Who wrote his number on the wall,
I am not that man at all.
I am a man, poorly dressed and somewhat odd.
I am not much of a man by the standards set by gods.
I am clumsy, cannot dance,
Am not equipped for the hard labor of romance.
My plumbing will not work for men
Who like their sleeping partners
Marked “Satisfaction Guaranteed”.
I am not the man who cursed a blue streak in your ears.
Can you find the man in me, behind these silly boyish tears.
I am the man
Wounded by what the gods say I lack.
I am not a prize that other men covet for their own,
I am quite the man alone.
Can you find the man in me,
Behind these crying eyes?
Look for the man with the blood stains on his thighs.
-Bruce Potts
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