The Thing A Fratman Fears

I got hold on my old college journal and read again my old writings and clippings during my college days. One of my favorite is a poem published in Today's Carolinian more than ten years ago. I did not write this but this one is good...really, really good. It always makes me smile...Here it goes. 

The Thing A Fratman Fears (By: Brian Dave Bautista)

A fratman does not fear the initiation rites,

He rattles not at the thought of being hit by a wooden paddle

or be kicked and punched over and over again.

He does not fear the cigarette or the

needle that would scar him for the rest of his life.

A fratman does not fear the fratwar.

He holds his metal pipe in the air and chases the foe

with a swirling glee of vengeance.

He dodges past flying rocks and projectiles just to

punch and kick you in the groin.

He does not shiver at the sight of blood of his

fellow brother, in fact this enrages him all the

more.

A fratman fears everything when this stupid thing

called love steps in.

He cuts his long hair, shaves his beard and

mustache and combs his hair.

He stops drinking and smoking. Worst, he stops

attending meetings of the fraternity.

And when the girl turns him down, he cries

like a child deprived of his candy.

Then the whole fraternity gets drunk....

others start babbling, others lie in the middle of the road

and some doze off.

Ang gugma gi-atay gyud!!!