A Real Man
Real men all smell the same.
They smell of leather and gasoline,
The sweat of an honest workday,
Then coming home to Campbell's.
They smell of flames and flesh
For the Sunday BBQ,
Their own skin smelted in the process
Strength fused through the pores.
Their boots smell of the lawn,
Freshly decapitated heads
That scream his name.
The same battle cry as their women
Who lie in the unwavering hell of summer
Waiting for him to fix the A/C.
The scent of real men hangs low over the sheets.