Even Big Boys Cry

I'm writing in despondence,
Perhaps seeking your indulgence,
Let's talk about this boy,
Let's be their life-buoy,

Big boys are now crying,
They are at a verge of dying,
They're all subject to oblivion,
Very soon going to extinction,

Today I'm speaking for the lad,
Do not say I'm a biased bard,
Where's the manhood glory,
All troddened and treated lowly,

To day I'm writing to the men,
Pushing on to the gentlemen,
Let's be a little magnanimous,
All you hear ain't rumours,

We've lost everything masculine,
The all world is now feminine,
The rain is heavily beating us,
Our own are licking the ****,

Let's go to the drawing board,
There are lots of things aboard,
Lets check the nitty gritty,
It's time to avoid the fishy,

@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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