My Scrotal Attack

Men are men.

That, I are dare say.

Commanded by lust,

Addicted to play,

They come in various shapes, and sizes…

They have different views and vices…

They crazily collect,

They easily forget,

Toy guns,

by gones,

hoodlums,

bedrooms,

wined,

grined,

ice,

eyes…

They seduce…

They produce…

Yet, with all these traits…

You can sum it all…

totals a child at play…

hardly a man at all…

These things I can’t deny to all,

because being GAY is  being a man after all…