The Lying Man Poem by Randy McClave

This is the true story
About a confused little boy
Who stood just above five foot tall.
But his mother called him a man
Whenever he tried to stand
But everyone knew, what they saw.
As he was an only child
His mommy protected him from the wild
And also, from people like me and you.
He got others to fight his fights
When confrontation came into sight
As he also was a coward deep and true.
He did not have a hair on his head
Maybe because his morality was dead
Or maybe because GOD didn't like him at all.
He didn't even have a job
So from the tax payers He would rob
Staying at home without a sweat on his brow.
He would wear high heel boots
And sometimes wear young boys suit
To fill like a man, whenever others would allow.
He was also a liar and a thief
And an adulterer and and a cheat
And other souls would laugh, when he did fall.
One day his children they ran away
And so did his wife did that one day
As to them, he wasn't a father or a man.
So he went out looking for another
A women to use and who was like his mother
Someone who would kiss his feet and his hand.
So finally he found himself a whore
Who like him, as been used many times before
Now together they can stay warm together at night.
As she has no loyalty or virtue or pride
To show herself or her children deep inside
Now GOD and Man stay sick, when they are in sight.
So his whore hunches when she walks
So they are the same size when they talk
So that little boy will feel like a man.
But everyone still stop and stare
Whenever they go here or maybe there
Maybe him and her they try to understand.
But the boy still has his mother
And really he needs no other
As like him, she too is a liar and cheat
They both have there stupid grin
Maybe they too in their souls are twin
As their souls are full of using and deceit.
But as i say this is a true story
About a pathetic little boy
Who is lair and a cheat and not a man.
And when he dies will anyone care
Or will anyone hush and say a prayer
I would say not, and now you understand.


Randy L. McClave