Man Up And Be A Woman

There is a shade of black for you
And it seems to have you consumed
Why don’t you step into the light
Where everything is beautiful and bright?

Casting roles in your tragicomedy
Oblivious to the accidental dramedy
The spittle flecked choke
Regurgitating at the back of your throat

You are your own worst enemy
But you’ve been a best friend to me
So I won’t watch and facilitate
The way your positives soon negate

Into what might have beens
When on vented spleen
You pity little old you
As if you were little boy blue

When it’s really time to man up
And be a woman about all this fuss
Otherwise the only way will be down
About 72 inches below the ground.