It's a ******* man's world
(loathe as I am to admit
believing such deadly
chicanery - but, as
one might suspect,
the state of the world
is only this
Obvious  because
I am not a man).
The power I wield
just spurts out of
me uncontrolled, just
like its ******* counterpart,
my weakness.
Neither of those *******
garner much empathy -
let alone sympathy -
from the guys in my
small crowd.
Sure, "I need to get out more"
but luckily I know
better.
Other than power and might
and the weakness of fright
in the proverbial dark night
there is also (and always)
love to return to.