I would like to be a man in those olden time films with
black greased back hair, ironed shirt and pants
my wife with her diamond earrings I bought her and she
swooned, made my dinner, thanked me so much for
being the king, provider, husband, father.
I’d like to wear my bathrobe, silk, black and lined, over my
work suit. Hold a kitten and it doesn’t shed because it knows I’d
give it a stern warning.
Everyone knows what my allergies are and I get steak for dinner every night
’cause steak doesn’t cost so much these days and
look, I’m carrying a briefcase, because I have important paperwork.
I’d like to be a man in these olden time movies where
smoking a cigar tells you nothing about the time of the day and
other men respect me just because they know, oh they know,
that all men are judged by the quality of their manliness in
respect to the other men around them.
And I’d be the manliest of them all.
I’d like to be a man in these olden time movies because
it sure looks nice to be on top.