Men Of A Certain Age
I hate men of that certain age dressed in brown leather blousons
Faded blue jeans that cry out for an arse
Tired white trainers way past their best
I hate men of a certain age in baseball caps
Gold earrings and large sovereign rings
Adorning black dirty fingernails bitten to the quick
I hate men of a certain age
I hate men of a certain age dreessed in football shirts
On tired benefit Mondays
Shirts that hang limp as charity shop flags
I hate the gaps between their yellowing teeth
And
Tasteless tabloid conversation
Repetition and tired obscenities that leach vile banality
DVD and Sky TV Blockbuster Video boys
Costa fortune
On the yearly
I hate men of that certain age
Undressed to kill in the sun
Sangria and skittles
Chips off the block
Old enough to know better than their middle aged children
Instead they dance the night away
In a red sweat haze until the morning
Where a breath smeared mirror
Screams out its honesty to red blind eyes
And
Flaccid obesity dreaming
Ray Miller
Tue 13th Jul 2010 13:15
It is interesting that the only responses have come from women.What does it say about us? I thought I'd break the trend.It is very well observed with some cracking lines. My favourite was "shirts that hang limp as charity shops". Don't know that I've ever seen a brown leather blouson. But would I recognise what it was if I did?My only complaint about this is the big print and large spaces.Why?