Since I have always happy been
with my own very girly skin,
I doubt that I could ever be
a great model of masculinity.
In the mirror I haven’t had to face
hairs growing out all over the place
and whether to shave or not to shave,
a beard that simply won’t behave.
Instead of lolling in a bath,
I’d shower and cut the time by half.
I’d read the paper so not to bore me,
while wifie set hot food before me.
The kids, I’d settle with one word,
so not another peep is heard.
That is the way she should have taught them,
I’d say, as I slapped her on the bottom.
Then off I am to slay a dragon,
at my new job of grocery baggin’.
Since the factory closed, it has been tough.
Only at home can I strut my stuff.
But to myself I would admit
That my skin truly didn’t fit.
And then I’d go on a long bender
And wish that I could fix my gender..