Real Men Don't Cry

I've always been an emotional type

But as I've climbed life's ladder

I've become this blubbering old duffer

Eyeballs too close to my bladder

At the drop of a phrase a wee bit sad

Tears start welling up in my soul

Words come out quite indiscernible

Need interpreters to fill in the holes

As a youngster had a definite impression

It was never very manly to pout

Since realized it's just a natural emotion

So now I let it all hang out

It's not that I have control anyway

Keep trying but the teardrops still show

It's a losing battle right from the start

Might as well just go with the flow

So if your screen starts filling up

With buckets of wet salty tears

Back away and try to save yourself

Till again they sound the all clear