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 can 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 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