Like most men
I swing
From extremes
I range
From empathetic
To naked cruel
Ugly words
Like most men
Manifest in
What I spit at you
Fine at times
And others not
Gnaw through leg
Whenever caught
Carry worry
Like most men
At base of my neck
Root through
All those feelings
For one I love best
Like a rat in trash
Caught when
The compactor comes
And puts thoughts to rest
Like most men
I swing
Like most men
I can be mean
Like most men
I sink
Like most men
I swing