ROAR! That’s what man is.
Man is RAW, RAGE and ROARS!
See my mane,
feel my cane,
hear my name
That’s it, man wants to ROAR
You will bow in my shadow
hold your tongue till I let it loose
Yet, beneath my mane is glass, see me
see the tremble in my throat before the roar,
I don’t know how many roars I can make till I crack
and I don’t know who will put me back together
Still, I ROAR
Sheathed in my manhood is a boy who saw the width
of his father’s chest and the breadth of his back
that carried the world, it carried the world
with no sweat or strain and so this boy
widened his back, stretched his chest
The world is full of hyenas that laugh
teeth bared in the darkness, salivating for my demise,
i’m a man now, a man isn’t afraid of the dark
a man knows how to start a fire
a man doesn’t let hyenas live in his head.
So I ROAR
I want to bury my face in your breasts and
fuck you like a man would.
Still, in my prime the petals beneath my ribs need your touch,
your kiss, your sunshine to shed my skin and tell me you love me,
be my pride not for what my paws provide but the lion you see.