Does it ever really matter what they say?
After all, you do not know them anyway
Their pronouncements are mostly arbitrary
Forgotten quickly, totally unnecessary
Cheap wit, tiny thrill, easy scapegoating
A nice target, perfect for ego bloating
Fella, geezer, bloke, dude, monikers of the male
Strong, stoic, breadwinner, a very different tale
Don’t cry, be tough, fighting, tumble be rough
Eat meat, potatoes, bread, lift weights, be buff
Are you a man? Upstanding? Showing the way?
Are you a man? Rising early, working all day
Your life is your fault. Be it good or bad
Your life is your fault, be it happy or sad
The way you react is yours to choose
Composure of mood, that’s yours to lose
Where did it go? What happened to the dream?
That future vision; promise of a world yet seen.
Past generations struggled, now it has mellowed
Life is less difficult for a pigmented fellow
Everyone has a mobile! Isn’t it great Talking all the time, catch up with a mate Call up your mum … More
The driver, grey matter, a computer upstairs
The governor, caretaker, looks after affairs
Persevere one’s existence, always alert
A nanny of sorts, avoiding all hurt
Those shoes aren’t right. What were you thinking?!
Match with that jacket? Gosh, you must be drinking
How much do you weigh? Is that not a lot?
No wonder those trousers barely fit your butt
You’re into whose music? Have you no taste?
How do you enjoy that? You’re a disgrace.