Metrosexual

I thought about it
Long and hard,

Just like all those
Thinkers from history,

The ones
People
Often refer to,

The ones
Long dead,

The bearded ones.

I furrowed my brow
And stared into the distance.

I made a low humming sound
And looked down
Towards the ground.

(The pavement had a chunk missing).

I sighed and walked away.

The weight of history
Weighing me down,

All achy knees
And headaches,

Metrosexual.

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