Large Dogs
Real men don't write poetry.
They hunt, and fish, and kill just about anything
except large dogs, women and children,
and they get together on Sunday afternoons
to knock the bejezus out of each other,
toss back a couple of beers,
and complain.
Real men don't read poetry.
They read business memos, tech specs, spy novels,
and sad stories about large dogs,
and they get together in bars at night
to solve the world's problems for each other,
toss back a couple of beers,
and complain.
Real men don't like poetry.
They like things they can touch, and hold, and shape,
like woodworking tools, footballs, or large dogs,
and they get together in machine shops
to transform ideas into tangible products,
toss back a couple of beers,
and complain.
