Why do men’s ties go around their necks like nooses?
Tightly fitted suits
Sun beaming
Too hot.
A wife & kids at home
Asks for a whiskey on the rocks
Resembles his marriage
Time is ticking.

Tick Tock.
Arriving home half-cocked
Trapped in that Windsor knot
Mortgages & picket fences
Looks like he’s got the lot
But he’s hitched to his work
Meanwhile the janitor doesn’t get paid much
But he’s still got his head
And that’s worth more than tying knots.

Waiting room.

I’m not the best of men
 There is no hero 
 Behind my eye sockets
 Unblinking to the aftermath
 Of human anguish 
 Ready to take on the world 
 Even if it hurts
 My body is just a derelict waiting room
 where a boy awaits
 Dressed in postman pat pj’s 

© 2016 April

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