You were in short pants
I was in short pants
It seemed inevitable that we would be friends
Learn about the world and women
But we were only boys
We had only our imagination
And the internet
But when you decided you wanted a life of virtue
We all threatened to leave you and build another world without you
Then you did leave
No more good men in short pants left
Only this motley crew of people who don't see us, hear us, or perceive us
Because we are the invisible men
The once who are always trying to get into the room
When finally we push button and it doesn't work for us