a parody of masculine lamentations

here we sit in coffee shops and bars
wondering anxiously before the masses
order from the crowd: grande latte soy less
for me my friend. i have heard the stories
about the estrogen that’s running rampant
killing off mens ambition; men turned boys
the fall of the irreparable hearts
who’s “once upon a time’s” inspired in us
greatness, now hides behind the tired men’s faces
limping along with absent minds; yearning
for days in which the young were great and proud
but now we live our lives this sadder way
a lowercased and banal life; sadly watching
clocks for the moments that we free our self’s
and settle in the comforts of our mess,
looking for our heroes, but we are blind.