I don't know any weak men, only boys.
Which is okay to be. But nothing to aspire to.
My preference is men. Men who need no one.
Men who don't love.
Love is for boys. Love is for girls.
On playgrounds, playing Mom and Dad
And lasting as long as Mom and Dad.
Men and women like. And want.
And when they must love, they lust
In the most passionate display of love Hollywood has ever
Been privileged not to destroy
With a *** domain name.
Men are boys who grow up and adjust to the needs
Of themselves as men who were once boys.
And let life direct them towards what they can become.
And then become it.
Men rise to the challenge while boys challenge it.
And while they are punched and beaten
Blood will not slow them down.
Men are not weak. Neither are boys.
But boys are not men. And boys are not for me.