A Poem By Man

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I'm glad I'm a man, oh hell yeah it's true,
Don't need paper to pee, well, what about you?
I'm well dispositioned, sure not a bitch,
I'm glad I've got balls, though sometimes they itch.
I'm not a monthly time bomb, I'm not that quick to blow,
I won't bite your head off when my blood's a quart low.

I'm glad I'm a man, my emotions are free,
I'm not two-faced like women, what you get's what you see.
My friends I can trust them, their loyalties are sound,
I don't seek their lovers when they're not around.
Male bonding is sacred, an art of true friends,
Strong pacts that are sealed, friendship without ends.

Yes, being a man is the greatest, you see
Being able to stand, not sit, when I pee.
I don't long for shopping, my tits will not sag,
I won't be dismissed as "just on the rag."
Don't bitch about rights, I'm equal I'm sure,
Don't cry for equality, I'm not insecure.
"Men are all pigs!" that's what women sing,
It tickles me pink that we own everything!
We're not always so different, don't think this too quick,
We're both quite amused by balls and a stick.

So, to all you femmes, straight, bi, and dyke,
You just aren't so much if you don't have a spike.
Don't think you're so bad, but when you start bitchin'
That men only think you're good for the kitchen,
Just stop think, and remember this:
Half of you can't even cook worth a piss!
I'm a man by chance, I'm glad it's true,
I'm glad I'm a man, not a woman like you.

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