This American manhood,
Aren't we just the toast of the earth
With our muscular SUVs
And SuperDuty trucks,
How formidable with our Sequoias
And Rams & Expeditions,
Our testicles hang clear to our knees!
KingCab & Hummer,
A thirty-four-foot fifth wheel!
Don't mess with America
And her gritty-jowled leathernecks,
Finesse is flaky flowerpower-
Better left to Belgium & Thailand,
Now get outta my way
Amen to that brother, lets use as much testosteronre as possible now, because the way things are going it's all going to be gone in a few years. I understand women are already making recipes for their consumption of what's left of our masculinity. GW62
Oooh, love the cynicism in this one. As a non-American, and as a woman, I love the cheekiness of this piece, since it hits on the general perceptions of those who stand open-mouthed, watching the convoys of manhood puff and grunt down cracking highways. I just don't understand the allure of a truck, or why for some men it somehow translates to their virility and power. I appreciate your honesty in this, as well as your sense of humour which most poets seem to lose along the way. I look forward to reading more of your words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo. Powerful and precise piece.