Most Men, Some Men & Others
Most men, Some men, how to know?
Which are real or fake?
Which can be depended on?
Which are a big mistake?
Some men are white, some are black
Some a shade of brown
Most are in a common rack
They seek to wear some crown
Some men are good and Some are bad
Most flit between the two
Others seek the way to be
Always straight and true
Most men like to think
That they know the score
Others see the truth is
Most know less, not more
To Some men strength is potent
Tops for Most is wealth
Others know that truth’s the way
To find one’s inner self
A ‘Real man’ is as a man does
Aged is not a flaw
Most men need to be one up
And that keeps closed their door
Most men need to contest
Each day something to prove
Others don’t care who wins
They’re always in the groove
To Most men ‘love’ is what they want
To Some, love is blind
Others in love see more, not less
A gift to give, not find
With women Most men are clumsy
That’s no major crime
Some are smooth but full of it
Others disown slime
Most men want to keep girls down
Want them to be oppressed
Some only feel upstanding
If women are undressed
Most men stare at girls
Some are gross with it
Others are more subtle
Their talent is their wit
Most men need to kiss and tell
Some can’t love at all
Others don’t quit 'cus they lost
Refuse to feel small
Most men get bowled over
For Some it is a rout
Others bounce back up again
Will not be counted out
Some men hate and want revenge
Wield malice like a knife
Others see the self-destruct
Know hate takes one’s own life
Some men hear gods, Some fear one
Can’t think to question ‘why’?
Others demand answers
Because they see a lie
Most men won’t do if peers don’t
They do what peers do
Peer pressure to Others
Is one great big taboo
Some men can’t do but think they can
Some can but don’t think so
Some always need to raise the bar
When can’t it is a blow
Others do their best
Don’t need the highest score
Happy if their bar is set
Neither sky nor floor
Some don’t mature but soon grow old
The mind of Most stays narrow
Others seek to find out more
Don’t wish to be shallow
Most men think they are special
Not at all are most
Yet can’t see to Most they are
As to a dog is post
Most men can be bought
Will sell integrity
With ease will drop their standards
A prostitute will be
Others won’t bend over
High price resist with might
A blind eye is anathema
‘Gain’ does not mean ‘right’
All men hold dear their potency
Most think it’s in their pants
Others know that’s fallacy
For Most it is their angst
The word of Some men has no worth
A promise, just a ruse
On Others’ word one can rely
No tricks to defuse
Some men like to battle
Some like to tittle-tattle
Most can’t stand to be alone
They herd, just like cattle
Some men stay solo just because
A challenge they find others
Some dare not dare to feel outdone
Even beware their brothers
Some men want to lead but can’t
Most will always follow
Real men know their betters
And that it can change tomorrow
To hide inner doubt
Most men invoke malice
Some point and sneer and tear apart
Drink from their poisoned chalice
When Others are uncertain
The best they try to find
Don’t need to feel superior
To own faults are not blind
Some do or don’t on auto
Their brain it doesn’t tick
The common place for Most to keep it
Is right there in their wick
Some men do things 'because I can’
Don’t question consequence
Others ponder moves they make
For them there’s no pretence
Most men want what they can’t have
Too much is not enough
Most will lie and steal and cheat
Some will huff and puff
Others don’t have just one shirt
They mix’n’match with need
Not fearing to stand out or in
Don’t need or fear some creed
Some men can’t take to foreign parts
To change each place, they seek
Others take all in their stride
They are not so meek
Most men fear what they find strange
Mock all with different ways
Odd to Others fascinates
They don’t have just one phase
Most men don’t like what is new
Their ship has run aground
They fear to try fresh byways
Squares in a world that’s round
Some men look down their noses
Forget where they came from
Others keep the common touch
Can change class with aplomb
Most men exist, they do not live
Some never catch the wind
Can’t shed the shackles of 'I want’
Others can’t be pinned
A flag or badge or uniform
Most men need one of these
To make them feel that they belong
That they are not just fleas
Some men breathe fire in their made ire
Some will shrink away
Others calmly hold their breath
And will count wrath away
Others want just what they need
To get by in life
Conflict’s not an aim to them
Don’t see a point to strife
Some men believe what they can do
No other can do more
Others know their ceiling is
Someone else’s floor
The Dark Side beckons all men
Most will enter it
Real men turn on all their lights
Show they have true grit
All men will take wrong turns
Some will not look back
Others do a u-turn
Find a truer track
Not money or muscle can make a man
Both can’t make him wise
Neither do they show true strength
They’re just a booby prize
Ego drives Most men
All of these will fall
For pride’s the curse of humankind
The writing on the wall
(2008)
