There's a strange thing happens to men
They either flee or degrade
Past the point of usability
Shell of a man
Gives seed and leaves
Or
Gives seed and stays
Either way
He evades
There are steps and stairs
Steppes and stares
Lovely layered ladies
So carefully fluffed
They hate that too
So they fart
And snore
Wrestle and drink like sailors
Either way a man just falls apart
Biology knows when a man has paid his shilling
Starts at it
Like ribald rats
Then just falls apart
Like weak cotton
Threadbare
Sac fulla moths
We need more beer
Or mead or what have you
Man just asking
Fingers just doing
Guns just shooting
There's a forest of emerald musk
Dank with repentance
It's eighty hundred million years
It's a banquet of digestion
A damn frame of baroque intelligence
And them there's men
Just making due
Fixing things
With tape
And epoxy
