I have poems where I investigate what it takes to be a man or my view of the charade, masquarade and pretense of little boys pretending. These are a few.
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Carve me no warriors out of stone,
I want mine full of foibles, made of skin and bone, -
Real men reflected in the lenses
of sunglasses and telescopic sights.23 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 23 9:43 PM 2006. In Society, Contemporary -
This night.
If ever the stars were a reason, -
Carve me no warriors out of stone,
I want mine full of foibles, made of skin and bone,
