The club fills with fumes;
Energy drinks and elixirs
To banish thought
And the subversion of your ****.

You keep it in check.
Fear only comes from women
When you care for the means
As well as the ends.

And so,
Objectified and vilified,
You chase your ******.
You pursue them in numbers,
You hunt in packs.

You wolf whistle and grab,
You expect them to pay back.

For each drink you bought
To soften their tongues
And then another,
Another,
Another to soften their will.

Oh, and you pass. You’ll pass
Stories around.
You’ll compete for the
Anecdotes over hangovers,
Your conquests of the night.

Each woman a tally,
A tick on a board,
Each kiss an insurance
That you’re self-assured.

But each morning you wake,
And there’s that something
That’s missing.

It’s no wonder when you
Look in the mirror,
You see just flesh,
An empty holding cell,
Of a manly veneer.