man-fright, an offshoot of masculinity
as those that have worked themselves up
into a Mount Rushmore sense of being
then surrounded themselves
with nodding prairies of false approval
dressed in the getup of western culture legalese
couched in curtain calls of authority tease
with baffling poses of manhood stances
as if masculine was some sort of appeasing scent
as if as billboards seeking deity status
from those in passing
as if their decisions were the curse of relevance
yet the work of a projectionist
hidden away in the privacy of their own mind-room
with rodent thoughts of self as survival’s thirsty call
binging on cringe and sound-off logic
breathing the same vapid air, over and over.
it is an infestation of man-fright politicized,
a systemic disorder commonly held
as in the privacy of one’s professional stature
coming into override as positional postured remarks
as if speaking for the whole from their leader-ese
blurted and blatant and then reactively blustery.
when, from them, there is then
little difference between a burp or a fart,
for the same air measure yields audio account.
say what (?) as if mental digestions yields this!
man-fright, present.
present as a normative style of proclaimed delivery,
myopic as privately perceived into public mandate
politics promoted as publically administered
with test score results posted on the national news.
figments of masked men-tality
masquerading as meaningful mandates,
see what fears and apprehensions are up to in them.
man-tality , in the stance of roar,
bark-off alerts, defensive growls, and yap-assertions
as if junkyard dogs, all guarding their junk
is this how one compensates
for being homeless on the inside
yet king of the hill by political demeans
when hostile presents as dignified
and governance has the stench of occupancy.
whose been feeding them this stature?
man-fright, comes in suitable men-tality styles,
can lie dormant for days into decades
and then blam, coughed up in conversation
then barking for approval ratings,
maybe now incessant yaps in defense.
no easy informational solution seems evident,
may exists as a yelp without a moral stance,
not seeking a correction or a cure
just a curse in a statutory stance of govern-meant.
so how does everyone on the bus look the other way
and point out pseudo interesting features?
man-fright drivers are taking us where?
this reoccurring dream needs a bus stop
or a bathroom break or a wakeup call.
so when is a dream real, not really?
did all of this really happen
or did I just apprehensively dream it?
man-fright, how does it spread?
is this a rabies by agreement or passivity of consent?
so who let these dogs out
and how did their howl become the headlines?
mercy on us all.
male-mental compartmentalization
can lead to dis-ease.
and we, are the caregivers,
under its leaderless authorship?
Is this when every bark
feels so much like a bite? . . .
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