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doyin13 (m)
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I have always been left befuddled by the art of poetry, seeing it as at best selfindulgent.
Well, I decided to make an effort. I am sure I have only grazed that elusive 'poetic side', but if you don't like it, tough, take me to Judge Judy, if you like.
What makes a man
Is it the size of his wallet
or the width and length of his barn
Or is it measured by the number of welts he inflicts
on the back of his woman
or perhaps how many male backs he puts to the ground
or might we measure a man by the
length and girth of the pod hanging from his legs
or the decibels of the moans which his woman produces
or is it just the gift of the gab
and how many female conquests that obtains
or is it a spirit of the reckless
a thirst for danger
a mistaken brevity
a ready excuse when real men
make their early exits from this world
as real men it seems should
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