That’s not a man
Bad mouthing – real mature.
Like the MCcoys man with a manicure and fake tan.
That’s not a real man.
That’s jelousy, I dare say it.
Admittance, that’s the stereotype of the person I wish I’d been,
Someone they’d seen, famous not just a ghost in the machine.
Write parrallels where truth’s smell and I can’t tell if I’m doing well as I slip deeper down one more step to hell.
No ego! Remove that voice.
It’s the curse that causes the hearse to reverse, back up and reverse again.
You should be the mature one.
There’s only memories of things you’ve done not photograph’s.
Each breath should be like your last.
Make it, make it last.
© G.P Williamson 2017