What makes men manly?
Is it depth in tone,
Is it large in build,
A claim of the throne,
And dominance at will?
Or is it indulgence of temptation,
To be a sovereign of fear and pain,
Using women as *******,
Destruction sought to be obtained?
To reap the feral fruits of life,
To sow the damning consequences,
Causing mourning, loss and worldly strife,
Chaos of man’s expenses.
What causes me to seek it,
What causes me to weep,
How I lack these biological ticks,
That keeps the world apart from sleep.
So what if I’m not big and strong,
So what if I’m not masculine,
So what if I can’t be the cause,
Of humanity’s need of Aspirin?
Put me in a quiet room,
Let me stew and think,
I aim to be the greatest groom,
My life will cease in a blink.
Father, son, holy trinity,
A woman’s man is not for lust,
My love transcends to infinity,
But women’s approval is a must.
Color me short,
Finger me stout,
Characteristics I constantly sort,
What is this all about?
Who cares if I’m not mean and cruel,
Who cares that I’m not suave,
Who cares if I’m not chill and cool,
I’m him whom man should evolve.
I’m soft spoken, considerate, articulate and kind. I’m not a man’s man. I’m just me.