I lay no claim to fame
because all I want is a name
that no one can steal or borrow or frame
I want men to command and tame
While I remain today and tomorrow the same
pitiful, arrogant, egocentric and lame
Wannabe poet who can’t spell his own name
but wait, listen this will not be another promotion sale
I promise to rise and not fail
because if you are not the top male, you don’t mate
and males who don’t mate simply fade
because no one is waiting at the gate
to scold them when they are late
and remind them the date
when they are to meet their fate.
Let the record show that he came, he saw and conquered
for all the naysayers to say: I concur
he was the man, the male, the mate
no friend like him, no fighter like me mate.
from boardroom to bedroom they perform
and if they ever lose form
they find themselves in the eye of a storm
like those old men in college dorms
like butterflies that remained worms.