To Be A Man Poem by Sandra Dodd

Of being a man, I have no idea!

With their parts dangling about easy to display
though their heart tucked so far away, seemingly hare to reach

Consumed with providing and achievement of ego pursuits
But seemingly needing still some gentle suckling of a new buck

Libidos that go on and on like a binary code
yet a dog is their best friend

Fishing and golfing and sports to soothe the combative beast
Though if I were to conjecture with a woman they’d rather be captivated

I have no idea what it is to be man
but it looks a though it could injurious or transcendent
Of the particular man I suppose that is dependant