It’s always about waiting,

Waiting,
About waiting,

Standing in line,
Sitting in traffic,

About the waiting

Sixteen to drive,
Twenty one to drink,

Waiting,

Wondering if the cure
For anything is out there.

It’s all about waiting.

Taking the time to decide
About the latest model of this or that.

I’m waiting right now.

For the next election,
For a non-partisan leader,

Still waiting.

So it’s easy to see
We live a life as a movie extra

Hurry up and wait

Queued in a soul shackeled roller coaster line
Waiting for the thirty second ride after taking two hours to get there

I’ve tired of the waiting.

“Comedy is, for the most part, just an obsession with injustice.” Whitney Cummings

Long days, short nights
Working fitness angles, working all those hours
The lines start to appear
The bags get heavier
Then it all goes awry

A comment taken the wrong way
A look misinterpreted
Jokes marching over the line,
Missiles fly with interpersonal precision,
The hurt gets splattered all over an ego

Eyes go Lizzy, finding the weakest spot to chop
Hacking away with a non-verbal ax attack
That might have been avoided
With a little sleep, a little less screen time,
More peace and quiet.

It’s a running joke
That when a guy does something
Some of us might consider feminine
A dude will say,
“Give us your man card.”

In these times of long overdue sensitivity
To the expansion of what it means to be a man
There might be a lesson from the past
On how men should act
To preserve their standing.

When bellbottoms and Nixon were still around
A group of men
Held a conference to raise consciousness
Of what it meant
To be a man.

They wanted to explore
Why men can’t experience
The same feelings as woman
Or share whatever kind of intimacy
With another man, both being on the same page, of course.

Too bad they needed a conference for that.
Who cares about that stuff
As long as no one is getting hurt?
Are men not men if they can’t
Think like a woman or have a relationship with a man?

It’s a shame things were that way
Now it seems like times have flipped.
My friend opines about golf clubs and bars of old
Where it was a bunch of dudes
Shielded from the world of estrogen.

He is going crazy with bathroom reorganizations,
Political correctness, and watching sports with his wife.
I think he would benefit
From a conference
With men learning how to not be men.

Then he could crash the hallowed grounds
Of women, wherever they are, and
Accept the changing social ambiguity
With a manly shaking of tolerating hands
With those who grew from the conference forty years ago.

I’m just saying
He needs to be more understanding,
Less shackled to a threatened ego, more accepting and all.
Besides, those guys didn’t know what it meant to be a man.
I mean, why should he be different?

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Win…
Be gracious.
Lose…
Be gracious.

Be the same,
Up or down.

Angry…
Show patience.
Happy…
Be patient.

Be the same,
Bad or good.

Steady,
The way.
True.
The way.

Be the same,
Clear to all.

 

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