M Genre of Gender

We are at the world's edge Playing non-stop on reed Along the lyrics of natural nerds Singing solemnly aloud to no end With courage, strength and gut, we fledge Upon all it throws cum concurrent need We put the flag of fitness on substantial words Giving all to the moment per chance cum luck to contend In the hopeful grace that endangers mind's den Either our says are blue or our minds, red Our DOS will glee come what may to adhere To our souls' operating systems regarding gene Shout out to men on pen Boys are not stone yet not dread But are readily fit to contend without fear Be it in Apomu, London, or even Eugene It is either we win or battles rend But no surrender not even for greed Of pasture which mortal wants green Of which everyone has become an aorta That accompany the mysteries pens trend In this peaceful tease is my awesome breed A figure of troubled bliss pecking fate's serene Gracefully, I belong to this wonderful "M" genre.