I've been told not to do this,
Rather I should be filling
my pages
with comparisons of football scores,
Pornography,
The latest hardcore training for mass muscle gain.
 
Being led to believe that penning
word to page in this manner
may lead to an urge towards interior design,
Speaking with a lisp,
Looking fabulous.
 
Truth be told I hate football,
Large sweaty men tackling one another,
Ending with vivacious rounds of
Ass-slapping
To let each other know it was a good game.
 
For 14.95 per month
You can see full length
Videos of barely legal holes being filled
by Viagra-injected, freakishly large cock.
Sweaty palms fumbling keyboard and zipper.
 
In the latest muscle magazine, I hear
I should be very concerned over my six-pack.
That photos of spray-tanned,
veiny behemoths clad in pastel g-strings
should make me want (to be) a man.
 
Yet I cannot deny myself the pleasure
of scribbling words,
carving raw material into poetry.
I suppose I must face the accusations of being
Homosexual.

On Being A Man
By: Eric Hagen