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Man (Remix)

beighartman — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:40:39 +0000

There are many ways
In which I am a man.
Perhaps I can offer you a few manswers
And a little comandy as well
In my following mantra manuscript:

With feats of strength and might
I command the armies
Calling orders and making mandates.
But let’s be clear about that, I don’t man-date.
With unmatched skill I maneuver and demand.
I proclaim manifestos!
And I’m a maniac.
I’m mangy so stay out of my way
Or I’ll mangle you.
But don’t worry, for I still have manners.
For example when I’m not manipulating
I mail my letters in manila envelopes
Or play love songs with my mandolin.

I am a man with much to manage
As I manufacture tanks
And other mandatory and manly things.
But I take time off for my manicures!
I hate Monday’s but I love Mandays
When I can watch Manchester United.

I take my vacations to Manitoba
Where I eat mandarins or mangos
And sprinkle cinnaman on them
Chewing with my mandible.
While there I once saw a manta ray
And almost caught maningitis
While I was hunting for manatee

I never wear pants. I only wear mants
And I place important papers on my mantle
So that I’ll never forget my manniversary!

change

rcribay — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 13:45:50 +0000

i’d like to imagine i’m
politically progressive, yet
yesterday i changed my own oil
and became a man.
I slid beneath the car
as if entering some secret
mancave, the license plate
transforming into a NO GIRLS sign
I peered into the mechanical intricacies, nodding
in acknowledgment of the innate knowledge
embedded in My Y-chromosome
and I set to work
with the solemnity of a samurai
some time later I emerged
cleaning My hands with the greasiest of rags
these oil stains becoming the lifeblood of the vanquished
evidence of excess testosterone.
now, Come, women:
bask in my musky glory.

you live above the earth

David X. Hugo — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:21:03 +0000

cage that free bird
you
miniature man
lock him up
business is good
they bring you
things on silver
platters
nevermind that
you could pick
those berries
yourself
nevermind the
virtue of patience,
staring at the
earth from your
plush palace,
a few aesthetic
degrees of separation
for comfort.

dear dear dear dear

David X. Hugo — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:18:14 +0000

you remember
the things you do while
alone that you think
no one can see
and you stomach the days
knowing the ways
that you throw all you say
to the sea

when your alone

and your back

is turned

to the world

and what you really love
and what you really hate
and what you really think
and what you really do
and how you cope
and how i hope
you choke on all the
blood you drew

when your alone

and you think

i’m not

watching

A Man for and With Others

Tucker J. Collins — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:06:51 +0000

I am no longer a student
But a scholar A follower
Of the teachings of Ignatius
My life is changing rapidly
To transform into a new
Being of competence
To show the world my best

What am I to become?
What am I in four short years?
What am I in my prime?
What am I when I move on to the other half of life?

I answer you now

I shall become
A Man for and With Others
I will be
A Man for and With Others
I shall succeed as
A Man for and With Others
When I leave this place I’ll be still
A Man for and With Others

thin chinster was not a man a-tall ya know?

Roger Mugs — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:04:07 +0000

sharp faced,
butt chined,
tall, and thin -
a narrow man was he
turned side to the right
and to all’s delight
he done become 2-d

man

Roger Mugs — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:49:55 +0000

jobs to big for you
i can man tain
water too cold for you
can be held in my
man teen
you eat bananas
but i eat
man tains
you do things ten times
i do them to the man teenth time
and people are impressed

you carry a multitool
but i carry a mantool

and you drink beer
i drink maneer
and poop
manooer

i’m more manly and drink
man 2 – oh
while you stick with hydrogen
and my manercise
makes your pilates look even more feminine

i do one-armed man ups
and man presses in my sleep

but usually i only feel
mantastic when i’m around my woman

because sometimes we think microchips and nukes make us pretty tough

Roger Mugs — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 17:39:18 +0000

your torrential downpour -
wash us clean from our pride
to remind us
of things we cannot control

your voice alone is the thunder
your grace alone is the rain

no matter the price of gas
you will not cease to send your rain

people dying in earthquakes
those who will drown today in oceans
they’re as real as this house
this street, this page, these words

and my wife.

you created life
we try so hard to harness
you alone create.

how small i am and how big you are
to strike down,
create
destroy

remembering that you are not safe
but you are good

your rain
so thick i cannot see
you remind us who you are

and who are
we.

confessions

Roger Mugs — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 15:19:29 +0000

i am a real man
and kuding is my tea

beer or scotch and gin alike
they all appeal to me