What was I thinking
Why does it matter
surely it was only a thought
aren't thoughts still dangerous
or so I was taught
These thoughts and feelings
that stir and swell
these twitches and nerves
the reason man fell
some disagree
this nebulous rage of
what did I do wrong
it blows up inside
like the swell of a storm
if only it didn't
sometimes these feelings
are confusingly incredulous
yet there they exist
I know it is wrong
but I am only a man
we try to hold back
as etiquette requires
but deep inside it is
mans own flamy desire
the hunt,the kill, the battle cry
mans emotions have been
boxed up and locked away
we are to be gentlemen
and nice folk for all to see
is that really the way man should be?
even still, it hurts me
and tightens my muscle
and nerve endings burning
for pain to hide, we must
take it and grin...
the nebulous feeling of
what we should be
is lost in the nature
of modern society...
the new improved metrosexual man....
really though.....really?
