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I am not a man today.

The measure of a man

Is the responsibilty

He takes in his hand.

I am not a man.

All the cherry picking

That has become me

Led me to cry out,

Then turn away.

I noticed the ferns

Digging into my grave

As I lay in bed, ashamed,

And rolled over to dream again.

But I am not a man.

I aborted my family,

Walked away from wife

And kids for a job

With the crosswords.

I left my burdens

Behind me, threw down

My shackles, and sang

Along with the radio.

But I am not a man.

I smoked two packs of

Cigarettes, and took a position

On nearly everthing

Despite my lack of education.

Ran from hungy animals,

Then bent, semi-primordial 

And howled at the moon,

The offshoot of the wolf.

But I am not a man.

I bet on thoroughbreds,

Chased all the pretty

Women, and lost

Until I found myself alone.

Read the great books,

Dreamed of foreign wars

And great expeditions like

Lewis and Clark. 

But I am not a man.

I was not a man today.

The true measure of a man

Is the responsibility

He takes in his hand.

I am not a man.