All the Real Men
Where have all the real men gone
Those bronzed statues of history past
Farrowed, weathered faces of
Strong character an morals
Big helping, protecting hands
Gentle on the child
Feathery on the lady, mild
Where have all the real men gone
None left to teach what’s
Best to future progeny
Left to be corrupted,
By ****, scorn an meth
Where have all the real men gone.
Those old mates of kinship an friends
Fighters of fair an go
Ready to jump to help those in need.
Defenders of under an dog
Where have all the real men gone
Just skeletons now
Even half, men that were
Mouths of talk an nothing more
Except to condemn the under an dog
Kick them in their lodge
Where have all the real men gone
Sadly, nevermore
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