the right kind of man
now
he has done
everything right
he’s moved to the suburbs
he got married to a smart women
out of his league
he found god
quit his job because his wife said so
and started preaching the good word
to impressionable children
and the mentally handicapped
his wife squeezed him out some babies
to complete the picture
they all dress the same at baseball games
and when they go to the zoo
he stopped drinking
puts nothing in his body
harder than lemonade and ice water
he runs marathons to stave off
the frustration of daily life
he’s got a ton of friends
pasty, white suburbanites
in plaid shorts and golf shirts
whose wives look built to procreate
and do little else
people who go to church every sunday
and believe in the fine art of brunch
fifteen to a table
dully smiling and talking
about jesus and the weather
as their kids scream and throw food
he’s got a back lawn
that he’s always going on about
flowers and birds and trees
and a swimming pool full of chlorine
he’s forgotten all about those ten-dollar blow jobs
and tranny whores
vomit nights
and coming in his pants at strip clubs
unless he thinks about them
while he’s scratching his ass
and watering the tulips
he’s the right kind of man now
with an office and a den
a sensible car and a crucifix in every room
he’s against abortion and welfare
thinks the poor should go out and get a job
the walking, talking definition
of the american dream
with 300 channels of nothing on
his favorite book is the bible
and i’ll be damned if he doesn’t sleep with it
under his pillow every night
just in case those temptations
start to rip him away from the good life.
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