I don’t want your worries or woes
I won’t give sympathy words to your lows.
Erectile dysfunction, twice
Does not make me sweetness and light.
Have you noticed how old men just gripe
about bunions, ill health and blight?
Whereas young men complain,
without any refrain,
about football, their mothers and weight gain.
Why can’t men be more honest?
I’m not asking for marriage, I promise.
I don’t want a white knight
To save me from plight
Just a straight forward fuck ‘til it’s light!
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