Men with Glasses

They disgust me, men with glasses.

They drool, they burp, they never pray, men with glasses.
They swim, they drown, they toss their sorrows, men with glasses.

You free them from themselves and their weekendly spirit, and their thoughts become sober and clean, men without glasses.
Their vision is blurred, but for the first time you are convinced they think alike, men with glasses.
You glance at their small eyes, red and twinkling, men with glasses.
And through the glass and the sweat on their eyebrows, they look back at you in haze, men with glasses.

There’s a reason why I don’t like you on hot days, men with glasses.
There’s a reason why I’d never set foot into a stadium, men with glasses.
There’s a reason why I ignore you in bars, men with glasses.

Carry on carrying cartons of juice, men with glasses, because beer is definitely not your perfect, but preferred milieu.

MJ 14th june 2010