What Do Men Want?
By: Husam (Sam) Salman
I want a leather
jacket – that hugs me like a REAL bear-man.
I want it trustworthy and worth loving,
I want it snug, smoldering style, I almost want it to wear me
until some man peels it off my back - naked.
I want it black and silver and rugged,
this jacket, so it leaves some things to question
like - what's underneath? I want to strut down
the street past Rite-Aid and the Last Book Store
with all my might shinning - diamond in your window view,
past the guy on the Amigo electric cart selling pills by the single
Nickel Diner Café, beyond the sidewalk drum circle (lineup)
hocking toys from China onto vast stores alley ways America,
Dolly droves of wants and wares slung over weathered shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the most desired
man on earth and I will find mister ‘right’.
I want that jacket real real bad, likable scent.
I want it to validate
everything you ever wanted to be true about me,
to show you how much you know who I really am
and say any anything to avoid hearing the truth
I need that. And when I find it, I'll yank that rag
from its hooks like I'm a new soul from heaven choosing a new life
to be my vessel through this voyage, in
the growing-pains and the paths alike,
and I'll climb in it like it’s my new skin,
it'll be the god blessed thing
they burn me in. Cremation - thy name is butch!
I want it trustworthy and worth loving,
I want it snug, smoldering style, I almost want it to wear me
until some man peels it off my back - naked.
I want it black and silver and rugged,
this jacket, so it leaves some things to question
like - what's underneath? I want to strut down
the street past Rite-Aid and the Last Book Store
with all my might shinning - diamond in your window view,
past the guy on the Amigo electric cart selling pills by the single
Nickel Diner Café, beyond the sidewalk drum circle (lineup)
hocking toys from China onto vast stores alley ways America,
Dolly droves of wants and wares slung over weathered shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the most desired
man on earth and I will find mister ‘right’.
I want that jacket real real bad, likable scent.
I want it to validate
everything you ever wanted to be true about me,
to show you how much you know who I really am
and say any anything to avoid hearing the truth
I need that. And when I find it, I'll yank that rag
from its hooks like I'm a new soul from heaven choosing a new life
to be my vessel through this voyage, in
the growing-pains and the paths alike,
and I'll climb in it like it’s my new skin,
it'll be the god blessed thing
they burn me in. Cremation - thy name is butch!
