Changing Room
Feb 09 2011 Filed in: Jims Poems
Changing Room
In the changing room
Men strip down to their skins
Or so they think
For they have stripped down
To their very souls,
To a nakedness
Of uncommon visibility.
In the changing room
The Emperors try to act
As if their clothes
Were still on display,
And all their flab
And the white hair combed
Over their cocks
Are those of a younger man.
But on all fours,
No one is much impressed
With appearances,
Where assholes cannot pretend
They are not.
In the changing room
We see things as they are
And will not be persuaded otherwise.
For wisdom is seldom found
In the crotch of an argument
In the changing room
Men strip down to their skins
Or so they think
For they have stripped down
To their very souls,
To a nakedness
Of uncommon visibility.
In the changing room
The Emperors try to act
As if their clothes
Were still on display,
And all their flab
And the white hair combed
Over their cocks
Are those of a younger man.
But on all fours,
No one is much impressed
With appearances,
Where assholes cannot pretend
They are not.
In the changing room
We see things as they are
And will not be persuaded otherwise.
For wisdom is seldom found
In the crotch of an argument