THE ARIES MALE EXPERIENCE

What would it mean to be
A bloody son of Mars
All veins in the teeth ugly
All hateful fights and wars

Life would be a sandbox
Of tit-for-tat squabble
"What he's got I ain't got!"
Redressed by constant struggle

Behind all that meanness an infant
Who never fully grows up
Any fairness forever absent
From this alpha male wolf pup

No one but he deserves a thing
What others have must be taken
Amongst all others he must be king
Even amidst his children

Driven by anger and Hell fires
He fights with sword and shield
He gets no relief when he retires
How does a warrior exit the field?

For that means losing position
In the strict order of primates
Giving of an inch a fraction
To all of the people he hates

If he could have just found a new frequency
If only he hadn't been such a fool
If only he'd had the decency
To have a breakdown so he could retool

To his demons and ghosts he must now grovel
Taxing even his genius for charm
Over his life's work they now hold the gavel
Only goodheartedness will keep him from harm

So this towering mental giant
Who viewed all others as idiots
Must simper and be compliant
To those he thought mental midgets

These most capable creatures
Who are also the world's most perverse
They missed that losing their features
Would turn all the swords in reverse

© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand