Poetry Monday: Alpha Male Syndrome

All these childish boys
Competing for the top prize
They want to be the smartest
The fastest, the strongest, the toughest
The meanest, the sexiest, the best
They want to be the Alpha
The man in charge
The man about town
The one all the women want
And all the men want to be

These are the dreams of boys
Sadly, some people stay boys for life

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Steps to Insanity

the time has come to say goodbye
i am no longer able to cry
this life has been a wild ride
somehow i have lost my pride

it will be rough as i glide
to the underworld after i die
Satan will laugh as i try
to escape from the Hives

do not ask how or why
it has gone before my eyes
i must now try to decide
to make it right or lose my mind

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Poem: Men Are Garbage

Men are Garbage –
It’s a simple statement;
It’s an honest statement.
Even the nice men,
The happy men,
The secure men,
Even men fighting for equality,
They, too, are Garbage.
I am Garbage –
They can work to
Not be Garbage, but
Men are Garbage –
Toxic men, and
Insecure men, and
Selfish men, and
Men who encourage other men,
Fuel this dumpster fire
Of Garbage men.
I don’t want to be Garbage, but
I am a man, so
I am Garbage –

James Pack examines masculinity and anxiety in “Men Are Garbage,” a book of poetry in which he reflects on childhood trauma and his time as a nightclub bouncer.

Available on Amazon in Kindle ($2.99) and Paperback ($6.99). Men Are Garbage by James Pack