A common theme
Amongst boring men
A trait proudly worn
Shutting up, holding breath
While be being whipped
Head adorned
With a crown of thorns
I don’t have that
I did
But the moment I told you
About things you didn’t know
The act loses its allure
Though unappreciated
This surfacing fact
Is cheapened as stunt for poseurs
Keep it in
Man the fuck up
Chill while she
Goes for the kill
There are possibilities
There is no other way
But stay
Man up
Manning Up
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