No Testosterone
I saw myself looking back at me, I was
wondering if I would grow
up tough and
scarred,
Men of the world have been transformed
into wimps, thinking
themselves as
ante-guard.
Real men have gone, those who would
knock sense into you by
thumping on your
head,
We now have to live without knowing,
if I am a real man or if it
is a testicle problem
instead.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11827
Quatrain of No Testosterone - 11827 - Yorktown Disciple
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Transformed
into
wimps
Yorktown Disciple
Prizing around the world