Yellow Belly

Where are the men of days gone by?

Doused in their toxic masculinity,

Upon the soapbox or hills high,

Stirring all in the vicinity.

 

Muzzled one, I long for thy smile

Infectious, if I remember well?

Innate encounters gone awhile,

Fear rooted with the deathly knell.

 

Come one, come all, your knee must bend

Your compliance we desire,

Inoculations, a means to an end?

How many will one require?