wear the pants

wear the pants if you want

but wear them well
wear them like the man you think you are

not like the man you wish to be

you mop around wishing to find

the exact words to describe what bothers you

yet the only things I hear are complaints

it is too hot

it is very cold

it's not hot enough

with you i am strong you tell me

yet i was left behind your bureau

forgotten like a piece of paper that had fallen behind

the crack

and down the crack I fell

while you were holding me in your arms

i hear your words, yet there is silence in them

your thoughts are like clusters of lard

slowly melting without having much effect

they slide out of the pan

right onto the pavement

and we all stepped all over them

because you want to wear the pants

yet you do not have the guts

to be the man you wish to be

you are meek and weak

and you will never be the man you wish to be

if you don't wear the right pants

that you wish you could

it is a false hope