Man

Feeling an arrow protrude

from back and breast,

A sudden flash and flesh

is rendered from a shattered joint.

This is a manís life.

A look too long

in a back-street bar,

Defending her honour,

defending your country.

This is a manís life.

Denied of real feelings,

expected to accept,

Denied of love, but itís alright,

youíre a man, you donít really feel.

This is a manís life.

Support and protect,

break your back and do whatís right.

Give upon request,

perform on command.

This is a manís life.

So, have me play the game,

Iíll jump through hoops.

Remember, Iím just a dog,

I donít really feel.

24FEB1998