Introduction

A tribute to our ancestors if you will, about urban men still retaining their masculinity in the great outdoors!

If you've ever been in a steam bath at a healthclub, with several other guys while discussing things such as trucks, guns and women, you'll know what this poem is about.

Where The Naked Men Squat

In the far off land of suburbia,
There is a lovely little spot,
Off in the woods where the fires are glowing,
There's a place where the naked men squat.

Oh during the day they run 'round doin' stuff,
And then again they might not,
But when the sun sets you can hear nude quartets,
From the place where the naked men squat.

Some, they have families with children and wives,
Who can cost an awful lot,
But none of their kin is allowed to go in,
To that place where the naked men squat.

All of their troubles and tangles of woes,
And a few other problems they got,
Are all left at home when it comes time to roam,
The place where the naked men squat.

And that's the tale my honest friend,
Believe or believe it not,
But I'm telling you fair there's a place out there
Without any hassles or bassles or cares
Where brave men are grunting and wrestling bears
And growing fuzzy with bristly hairs
And heavin' and gruntin' and lifting big rocks
And squittin' and squattin' and cussing a lot
It's quite a wonderful place it seems
So if you're still doubtful come walk here with me
To that magical place far off in the trees
Where you'll never hear "thank you" "excuse me" or "please"
We'll go where the naked men squat.

Copyright; Dave Larson
Email: hemightbeagiant@yahoo.com