By the time they quit hearing you,
your mouth has turned to mud--
standing aimlessly before the crowd
of indifferent beasts wearing trousers
But it's now that you notice the sky
is lighter than it usually is at this time
and it's a moment ago that you thought
you could hear your previous lovers
whispering your name on your neck
No wonder they're not listening,
a coyote wearing a suit, paws bundled into fists
you thought you were a man,
you wanted to be a man,
you felt like a man,
until you realized you're all fithy fucking dogs,
so you dived into the crowd and tore flesh
crossed arms over shoulders, swaying drunk with this fever
this lust for your barbarianism,
In the morning you'll wake up a little confused,
but something has changed now, something has moved
and try with you anger and your belligerance
throw your weight around, growl and terrify
but you're never going to make it as a man
not in this world, not in this climate.
(rd)
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