Armed and Dangerous

It's almost like testosterone is sent through
Vents into these rooms containing aging, flabby
Men with little of their own. They jostle for
Supremacy among themselves as they make
Plans to show those living placidly beyond
Their devil's symbol's walls that they are strong,
And unafraid, the rightful masters of the world.
Actually, they're pitiful. They live in fear
Of being laughed at, being challenged, having
To descend a step or two along the status
Staircase they have climbed. If they could
Be contained in here, the rest of us would laugh
At them, but their arthritic arms enable them
To summon hellish force with which to wipe
Away our smiles and terminate our lives.
There are but two ways to defeat them:
Let young muggers come to take their
Valuables and break their bones, or
Force them to go home to face their wives.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-02 at 16:59

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep! Bang on Larry. My guess though is that by this time the wives are part and parcel of the dark comedy having by now also drunk the koolaid.