No Room for a Man

He’s pulling in the driveway

In his beat-up car

He said he’s coming from his friends’

But he smells just like the bar

His steps aren’t even matching up

He’s slurring all his words

A kinder girl than I would care

But I left him for the birds

He texted me some awful things

Said that I can’t do better

A slightly more aware man

Would get his act together

It brought me an incredible joy

To toss out all his things

I threw out every single item

From his hoodies to his rings

I threw out all his favorite drinks

His whiskey and his gin

I should feel bad, a little bit

But that would be a sin

I heard his voice reverberate

Coming down the hall

He busted in so hard and loud

I was shocked he had the gall!

I stood right up to his dripping face

And looked right in his eyes

Immediately, his left my gaze

As they do, those types of guys

He didn’t really have the words

Just really big emotions

He’s acting like a child

With abrupt, angry explosions

The man was mad; this much was true

He wanted to feel heard

But if you can’t speak like a decent man

Then don’t speak a single word.

I’m tired of these angry guys

And their big old puffs of air

Their loud, aggressive tendencies

And their cold, lonely, blank stares.

I think I’d rather live alone

Or fall in love with her,

Then end up at your door again

reliving this blur.

- B.G.