These days are something else,
Sort of free,
Sort of on vacation,
Always with the threat of lockdown,
Always with the idea of change,
The kind that comes from chaos,
The kind that happens when power
Seizes the sheeple and won’t let them go.
These days are something else.
I’m taking the Avon and Wee-Bey approach
First day, last day,
Everything in the middle is one big opportunity
An opportunity to exercise,
An opportunity to learn new stuff,
An opportunity to rest
Because if I just sit and think about this stuff,
If all I do is listen to the reporting,
If all I do is the time
These days will become something else…
Wanting to bust out
Patience is the best of ways
Everything comes back
Patience as virtue
What is gotten by waiting
Hurry up, find out
Good luck little one,
Your future is still ahead
Be wise, you are very young
It’s always about waiting,
Standing in line,
Sitting in traffic,
About the waiting
Sixteen to drive,
Twenty one to drink,
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,
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.
Sun-seared mind spots
Thinking turns out not so bright
When solar rays weld
Heat turns sand to fancy glass
It melts patience away too
Water cuts its path over time
The journey is long
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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?