Just Another Guy

(I got the inspiration to write this poem from New York rocker Charlene McPherson, who is the lead singer/songwriter for the band known as "Spanking Charlene".  She is perhaps the most modest songstress I have ever brushed across in all the years I have listened to rock 'n roll, of which there have been many.  Some of her songs describe her life as a woman of average build - not too big, not too small - and how she sees society viewng "imperfect" women like herself.  Her struggles, if these are described accurately as personal demons or just her way of fighting pop culture's definition of how the ideal woman should look, are very real.  Women get caught up in these societal descriptions, believing they should be skinny (Listen to her song, "When I'm Skinny"), when in reality, women are beautiful creatures.  Men also fall into this trap, both in personal self-preservation and aesthetics and in a different sense as well.  Men tend to look at women as objects to screw and thus do not take into account what are their particular best virtues.  These can range from her personality to her level of intelligence - two very important qualities I take most into account along with physical attraction when I'm determining whether I am interested in a woman.  Sadly, women AND men are both lumped into these struggles for self-image, self-esteem, all in the pursuit of love and societal acceptance. 

It is with great pleasure that I present this latest poem to you.  I hope you understand where I am coming from when I say that I'm "just another guy.")

Just Another Guy                                   November 11, 2011

I walk down the street

Looking like rancid meat

To all of those girls

With the golden curls.

I dress in my best

So I can pass their test,

But in the end,

All my hopes are blowin' in the wind.

I'm just another guy.

I don't know why.

I'm just another guy

To you, bitches, and I sigh.

I sit next to Jim

And all of a sudden, my mood turns grim

Because the women moan and they swoon,

And it's all over him, and I'm a loon.

Well, Sally approaches and talks to Jim,

And Jim looks at her with a salacious grin,

For you see, Sally is beautiful like Jim,

But when I say, "Hello," she ignores me if on a whim.

I'm just another guy.

I don't know why.

I'm just another guy

To you, bitches, and I sigh.

And then there is Matilda Rose

For whom I could write sweet prose,

But when I offer her coffee,

She just stares into the distance and eats her toffee.

Walking at the mall ain't no easy business,

Sitting, standing, staring at all the pretty people kiss.

I look at Calvin Klein's ads, and all I see

Are all the beautiful people, skinny, and that's the key...

Well, I'm not this

And I'm not that.

In fact, I don't know what I am

But some outcast society has created

As what I attest to have demonstrated.

I'm not skinny.  I'm just big,

And women don't really like that or dig

Imperfection. 

I'm just another guy.

I don't know why.

I'm just another guy

To you, bitches, and I sigh.

I want a woman whose got some soul.

I want a woman from this fish bowl.

I don't expect perfection,

I don't even have to get an erection

Every time I look at a woman's body of work.

More or less, I look for a quirk.

I look for intelligence.

I look for spiritual cognizance.

I want you, baby, wherever you are,

Whether you be here, there, or riding a shooting star....

I'm just another guy.

I don't know why.

I'm just another guy

To you, bitches, and I sigh.