A Male Sanctuary
There is a place
So close
But so far away
A place where God does not exist
Where politics is never talked about
Where women are not allowed
Men sit around a burning fire
As fishing boats come in from their day
Sharing a bottle of Jack
They smoke and talk about their lives
They bitch and complain
And they even fight
But after all they are together
As friends and allies
Sitting together on a secluded dock
Alone in a male world
Where testosterone flows like a river
And they all can be men
© 2017 R.e. Taylor
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