How To Be A Man
How To Be A Man
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My poetry is just a tutorial,
Of a game very scary;
It may sound superstitial,
The amount of pain I carry.
My dreams were made artificial,
Get a job and a girl to marry;
Can't be an artist, it ain't practical,
How will you feed the kids that you'll carry?
I belived I can be an intellectual,
It wasn't like I was believing in a fairy;
They said do as we say, it'll be beneficial,
'Cause bodies don't themselves burry.
I got scared, which was natural,
So I gave up and my dreams got blurry;
Now I work in a company, it's multinational,
Can't write more 'cause I've to hurry.