Its hard to be a male
in this day and age
inequity in fairness
sends me into rage
it truly is unfair,
being burdened with this sack
open for one and all
to take aim and then attack.
When we're young and growing up
we couldn't take a trick
taught that all of us are equal
then maligned for givin' back a kick
when she stole my marbles
then she layed in the boot
was flogged by my old man
an' called a nasty little coot.
Now we're off to high school
were things get really tough
they're told they're more advanced
with two hairs on the muff
To emulate their mother
and think they're always right,
pit one against the other
just to watch the gonads fight.
Leaving teens we hit our straps
and forge ahead in life
to meet the one whose different
an' blindly take her for your wife.
'Tis when we learn of hormones
and that nastiness persists
they think the jugs hold the power
and it's pointless to resist.
For peace and quiet with kids in tow
we bight our tongues to crawl ahead
with girls approaching puberty
we spend more time hiding in the shed.
As the red bull hits 'em all
it's out the back an' howl to the moon
we feel the touch of insanity
and taste impending doom.
The cycle of life must go around
so we think there's good to come
beating off the urgency
to cut the loss and run.
We hang in there in good faith
greying prematurely as kids leave,
menopause's hormones
give us no reprieve.
The toil and stress of a tortured life
eventually take there toll
turn us into grumpy men
to put up with our beloved troll.
Now the sack just sits there
too scared to raise it's head,
time to turn the tele on
to hear what Opra said.
Yes its hard to be a male alright our maker must have *its
she must be up there on watch rolling in raucus fits.
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