Real Man

What's so wrong
About valuing something unique,
Something special,
A gift only given once?
Why is it that wanting to reserve that for true love,
Instead of throwing it away on fake imitations,
Make me "a pussy",
"not a real man"?
Wouldn't a real man
Be strong enough to resist something he desired?
If it's "the real man" that steals this thing, and the pussy,
the one "with his balls up his butt",
Who waits for the real thing,
Then I guess I would rather be a pussy,
And give and receive true love,
Than be a "Real Man",
And receive damaged good.
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dedicated to heather, because she wants a real man.