That Man

 He’s the MAN, that man
A man’s man,
A man’s man’s man’s man
He’s a man’s man for awe that
and awe that and awe that
He’s a man’s man for awe that
and a little bit of this
and a little bit of that
He’s every bit a man
And a few more bits besides

He walks like a man
talks like a man,
Has difficulty doing both
At the same time like a man.
He takes it like a man,
fakes it like a man,
mistakes it like a man,
handshakes it like a man,
jailbreaks it like a man.
His mind awakes slowly just like a man

He’s a right hand man,
a left hand man,
an either hand
Bishop bashing kinda man.
He’s a proud man,
a loud man,
A proud of farting loud kinda man.
He’s a giant of a man,
a shell of a man
He’s a giant shell of a man (possibly a clam)

He’s a milky-milky old man,
a smelly old man,
a mean old man,
He’s a dirty old man,
a creepy old man,
a forceful old man.
He’s a disgraceful old man,
a disgusting old man,
an evil old man.
He is all these things,
but he’s not really that old as a man

He is that man,
A man like many men,
Part of a group of many men,
A member of a gang of many men.
A secretive man signed up to the ring
A blameless man, a famous man,
An innocent for public consumption kinda man
A man for all seasons,
A man with no reasons,
To be that man,

He’s the lying accuser,
The violent abuser,
a man of some power,
the Man of the hour.
He makes children cower,
he’s pleased to deflower.
He’s a man who hides a lot,
a man who’s rarely sought,
a man that should be easily caught.
On the Elm House list as another big shot

He’s that man again for me.
soon to be under lock and key.
In a cell he built,
With his own grubby hands
Then stripped, whipped and tied,
left alone, allowed to die,
slowly, painfully, without respite.
I laugh out loud, I L.O.L.
I suggest torture,
maybe some intermittent torture
Just for good measure.
That will give us the true measure of that man