Testosterone Alone
One test men face on their own
is the one against testosterone
cus men get bitter and moan
try bring you to pits be shown
It’s the petty repeating a challenge they chew over
a mental weakling hasn’t what you own
men become bitter witches bothered by what they haven’t
look to get the better witnessed banter apparent
within their shallow waters
shadows stalk with no shortage
of bows and arrows to assault
insecurities break the barrier
caught up in their flaws
now attack your character
out to bring you to floor
they want to distract
impact and trap you to crack
deny chances
stump advances
stop natural advantage
leave you stranded
they understand you as better
pile in together
Hunter gathering skills scavengers
saboteurs sadly sadden you
man is no amateur
as a predator
we apex
don’t take bets
we the best thus damage expectus
we also survived being hunted
as we escaped or confronted
as hunters we're at the front back and sides
with claws wings arms legs tails in stride
we can go walk fly dive sail we're supplied
so when one man fights another
no one man has the upper
tall broad short clever
no one man above another
this is when testosterone looms
tests offering doom
elephant in the room
eliminating one soon
it can leave you depleted
weakened in defeat and
there's no sympathy to seek
pathetic like a geek
you handle it alone
removed from a throne
in an unattractive zone
with only you alone
you have to pick yourself up
find strength not self destruct
you feel embarrassed muppet
you must rise above it
it's lonely with no loving
but no tears come no blubbing
adrenaline rush you're livid
the energy found is vivid
get up get back go give driven
impulse not a decision
a buzz of courage propels hell is given
Anyone out to terror me on my territory
will fail terribly I’m telling thee
I’ll tear 'em a new
tear two if need too
remove intruders
grow nasty ruder
bruise and injure
ruthless
loose tooth fracture
induce stress
mentally wreck
won't brake press
leave broken mess
show respect to us
or I'll be forced to resort
with a force never have shortage
That’s how testosterone roam
to test us on our own
a test women ain’t known
with their harsh words pulled hair and slap happy crap
you live on your own when you’re born as a chap
stand up and fight for more than your own back
face danger in strangers
ignore a mentality with scars it strains us
women get comforted after pain
men get conjured do it again
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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