Attitude Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Some young men are full of talk,
They’ve got the gait and walk the walk
But what’s inside that macho mind
Nothing much I think you’ll find!

His dick’s his brain, his brain’s his dick,
And he believes that, he’s so thick,
I listen in to what they say
But nothing useful comes my way.

When they’re interviewed for jobs
Some turn up looking just like yobs,
I know by looks you cannot judge
And first impressions can hold a grudge.

I’m not here to criticize
I’m your friend here to advise
So don’t stare at me with hateful eyes,
Your attitude will be your demise.

Am I a snob, am I a prude,
Am I smug or just plain rude?
Scoring points at your expense
Or am I sitting on the fence?

No, I was you when I was young
But I learned how the song was sung,
And the reason I can write this now
Is through mistakes, I learned how.

The world will quickly pass you by
It’ll leave you hanging, high and dry,
You rule your head maybe rule your street
But out there, that’s the big boys’ beat.

You think you know what life’s about,
It’ll chew you up and spit you out,
It’s a zoo, a jungle, it’s dog eat dog
And in this machine, you’re just a cog.

Experience is how you find yourself
And the strangest path is life itself,
You’ll make mistakes and when you do,
You’ll put them right and you’ll find you.