Friday, August 19, 2011
What's Gone Wrong With Our Gentlemens' Club?
My appalling findings of who we've
Paint a perfect image of wrong things
we have done.
Our ambitions to rise above all in the
public eye, Have brought upon shame & filled our
eyes with constant cries.
We're the center of attention,
I gues boys will be boys..
Good guys gone bad,
Making real guns seem like toys. We're victims of peer presure,
Simply blinded by brand names,
Our dignity deceased,
Eaten off by what we call fame.
Is this how its supose be,
Our very kind obsessed with cars. Victims of dramatic deaths,
Candidates for prison bars.
Is this how its supose to be,
That the male species could sink so low.
Acknowleged by only a few,
Claiming young boys will never grow. I reminisce about the changes,
The perfomances of our past.
Where our mothers used to be our first
& gloomy girlfriends would come last.
I reminisce about childhood, The pleasures of one's play.
Where good-times became a habit,
Now young boys get killed everyday.
Who are we to responsibily blame
For we have shot ourselves in the foot.
Judging girls over obsessions, Whilst dying to have that golden tooth.
Who are we to cease competition,
For one has gone ahead of you in this
Cursing over female counterparts,
Becoming dads at an early age. The night-life rather a priority,
Our values as boys gone astray.
We lack the simplest of maturity,
Yet we ought to do things our own way.
The bad friendships & jealousy,
The fearsome oppressions by one, The quarrells over pathetic purposes,
Have deprived us from our own fun.
Females doubtful of our abilities,
Yet the values of respect so priceless.
But how do thy respect thee
When we're giving our own selves titles. Rushing for unwanted tragedies,
Living our lives without a plan.
Its sad that we together
Have taken 'Gentle' out of the word