juvenilia we
though i have a few hanging in my closet
that i never wear
i still find it strange to see grown men
walking around in t-shirts and jerseys
with another man’s surname stitched across the back
the virile american male
hoisting a pint and screaming in front
of sixteen widescreen televisions on a sunday afternoon
dressed like a kept woman in her boyfriend’s clothes
or maybe it’s just that the american male
dresses like a child to compensate for something else
like this guy on the train shouting at his woman
he must be pushing fifty
but he’s got his ball cap cocked sideways
a triple x sized football jersey on
and baggy nike air shorts that go down to his ankles
he has a gold necklace of his favorite team
that keeps hitting him in the chin
every time he turns to give his woman the verbal business
he looks angry and about ten years old
save the gray hair on his sides and the wrinkles all over
maybe he’s got a small penis
or simply has a bitch for a wife
i suppose the same argument could be made for older women
still trying to dress like teenage fuck doll queens
it’s bad fashion sense or a sign of the times
there was once a time when men wore suits for leisure
and women wore skirts in a field of play
and that didn’t make much sense either
still, i’m curious where this is going
like i wonder what awaits me
forty years from now
when they finally lock me up with the other senior citizens
will it be like it always was?
floral print and polyester handed out at the door
or will it be a room full of old sad bastards
dressed like children
wrinkled women
with suggestive phrases written across
their wide and flabby asses
and their tits hanging out for popular consumption
and rooms full of wasted men of all races
with their hats on backwards
gold chains and their underwear hanging out
listening to rap music and calling each other nigga
as we all sip soup through straws
and wait for our medicines to lull us into
a nice and peaceful rest
from our everlasting youth.
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