Men
Men
I've been trying to make up my mind
To the distinction
Not atomically, defined
There's numerous to muse
An oppositional fuse
Masculine would seem
To be of, its own kind
Stronger in body for sure
No evident ledge for demure
They're ego's expand
At the slightest of stand
Yet, suckers for feminine lure
Just mention the whiff from they're socks
They wilt in they're rise to your mocks
Heads flooding with will
So, bitter the pill
A change to its usual
Govern by rocks
Driving they're convinced
They're the best
In their shades and they're brouges
And they're vest
Revving at lights impelling insights
The louder the less we're impressed
Created to level the game
To shoulder each burden of blame
To open a jar as you struggle afar
Of an evening to render insane
To be, front in body and soul
Cause women are really quite droll
To the stern is the truth
Appeased and aloof
Ahead of each woman
Is a man and his role
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