Eyes lined
Black on white
What a sight.
Take another swipe
At the non macho type.

Football and poetry don't go,
Don't you know.

You've slept with women
So why are your walls
Dominated by men.
Camply standing, pouting.
Perhaps a little too much oestrogen.

And the women.
Short hair and boyish looks.
Nothing special. No peroxide.
Not enough unnatural blondes,
Spangly bikinis,
Mountainous cleavage,
Legs longer than their shelf life.

Not for you
What to them are real.

For you women's clothes are good
That you would wear.
It's already been noticed
Your shirt doesn't button
On the side it should,
That's no good.

It's not quite right,
Your stained hair
In that style
That from the side
You could be mistook,
For someone you might
Want to fuck.

Stuart Case