Man Of Glass

Glass of man Big Strong Weakling. You sit and mope and moan. Ikkle Baby man. Wee Hairy child. Brave macho Tie a knot And tie it tight, Hang yourself Snap neck Choke And shit yourself man; The inevitable treason of a suicidal solider Once he knows the truth of war; As you know the truth of you. Hotel Self Loathing. Five star exterior. Five star ballroom too, But deep inside you Is the shameful truth; A dirty back-room-cell where Sweaty stewards wipe greasy plates, And two day old food festers in the bin As the knowledge of your own nature Passes the date of acceptance and Rots against your conscience. You fake weakling. Ugly duckling. Wake up. See what you are. Wake up, Glass man, Before the world Toasts to your irrelevance, You Man of glass, With a glass of you. Adam Al-Samarae