Real Man
The earth will end in fire
So says the Sire
For in scoatch all turns ash
Ceasing the evil in gnash
Annilating all immoral bids
In Creators' stupendous deeds
But in wintry i see love
The compatible of hand and glove
For if you hustle in chill for work
Face in musk hiding a smirk
Then a victor you are you need a coffee mug
For real man in winter conquers the rag.
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