Man Cave

Deep inside of me there’s a selfish beast. At night while I’m asleep in my cave I can hear a roaring voice talking to me. This is my cave and none of that political, feminist, crying over another man’s losses is allowed in my cave. I fantasize about things that feeble minded people may not be able to stomach in here; women, wealth, power, and success. I pay the bills in here and only man stuff is allowed in my cave. When I go out and hunt for game I earned my keep. Deep inside there’s a monster on some ape stuff dwelling inside of my bones fueling the entire atmosphere in my cave. At night I dream in my cave and everything revolves around me and if I have a guest I politely hide any of my weapons in the back of my cave to be polite. Only man things go on in here and if that snake starts talking, I choke him until I get tired. I can feel the outside world plotting on my territory. I can hear sheep getting terrorized and eaten in the wee hours of the night by wolves. Only man things go on in this cave and when the big bad wolf comes to blow at my door it’s made of stones so nothing moves. My triceps get stronger and stronger every time I open my heavy door. Deep inside there’s an ego the size of a mountain that no one can move. I read in this cave, I sleep in this cave  and when the world around me is full of B. S. I hibernate in this cave until they flush that smelling stuff down the toilet and move on with real man things. When females be on the same stuff out in the world while I’m plotting on my next meal, I go to my cave to focus on man things.

My Man Cave is my Home, it’s my prerogative, and when I pass on to the next life, I’ll still be haunting my cave.

Boo!

Man Cave

Don’t bring that B.S. around here and if I get hired to do a man’s job I expect to be paid a man’s wage.

Man Cave

Hear me roar.