THE ARIES MALE EXPERIENCE
What must it be like to be|
A bloody Son of Mars
All veins in the teeth ugly
All hateful fights and wars.
Life must be a sandbox|
Of tit-for-tat squabble
"What he's got I ain't got!"
Redressed by constant struggle.
Behind all that scramble an infant|
Who never fully grows up
Any fairness forever absent
From this alpha male wolf pup.
No one but he deserves a thing|
What others have must be taken
Above the rest, he must be king
Even amidst his children.
Driven by anger and hellfires|
He fights with sword and shield
No relief he finds when he retires
How does a true warrior exit the field?
That would mean losing position|
In the strict order of primates
Giving of an inch a fraction
To all of the people he hates.
If he could have just found a new frequency|
If he hadn't been such a fool
If only he'd had the decency
To have a breakdown so he could retool.
To his demons and ghosts he now grovels|
Taxing even his genius for charm
Over his life's work they hold gavel
Only goodheartedness will keep him from harm.
So this towering mental giant|
Who viewed all others as idiots
Must simper and be compliant
To those he thought mental midgets.
How these most capable creatures|
(Proof they are the world's most perverse?)
Could miss that losing their features
Would turn all the swords in reverse?