Pity Protection/Facade/Its Always All About Dicks
That’s the worst part is she pities me too much
To be honest because she doesn’t want to crush me with the
Truth that she would rather have
A dick and balls she can carry
Around town without having
People stare, frown, disapprove
Without her family calling her and telling her
Conspiracy theories and being worried about
The man hater in the room
The man hater who identifies as a man that
People hate to acknowledge for who I really am
Just a man. Who hates being treated
More what they see than what I am. I am not
A pitiful version of a man, I am a man.
I pity those who can’t appreciate me
For all the man that I am
And I pity men who are reduced to their
Genitalia but weirdly the way I’ve noticed things
None of the men care about being reduced to their genitalia
Unless they’re loved because of them.
Which brings me to my lifelong
Everlasting gobstopping pain dilemma —
Everyone I date loves me for being masculine and
Everyone I date leaves me for men with
Dicks and balls and easier time strolling through
The public facade—
At the end of the day
It’s all about dicks —
Who has one and who doesn’t.
No matter who you are or where you identify it’s just fucking
Dicks and balls.