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Decaffeinated Men
There was a time when freedom
was found outside the dictionary,
in the hearts and minds of men;
we wrote our songs, sang and
danced, proud masters of well-tuned
instruments and pen – how I long
for those days for men to be free
again: regain their balls, before
freedom falls, to the feminine within –
good to be soft and cuddly...but not when
wars to be fought; good to have a gentle
side, but testosterone men should
never deride, for the enemies will
have their hide, make slaves
of decaffeinated warriors – not one
rebellious allowed to survive; their
women and children relegated to
obedient consorts, surplus, roasted
alive....
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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