THE FUZZY BEAST

listen...
a boy lets it spill
but a man has learned to tuck it in
and hold it close
and push on through
and not shake
or quake
or cower
or at least not let anybody see
and hell, son,
feelings ain't shit
and ain't nobody gonna  
ask about your feelings anyway
'cause you're man
and a man don't fret
and don't dwell
and don't crack or cry
but stands stalwart
and takes it on
and damn if a man whose beat down
can't fake a swagger
and say "fuck it" and "goddamn"
and flick his smoke  
and spit
and walk like a goddamn god o' war
'cause a man ain't no puss
and shakes it off
and limps his sorry ass
back onto that goddamn field
and, hell, gal,
you wonder why i don't talk
but what the fuck is there to talk about
when you're a goddamned man?