To some a blessing
To others a curse
depends on how you view the glass
Half empty or half full
Men unable to stand
To bring satisfaction to their ladies
Who are forced to play with toys
With the man looking on in disbelief
Snatching from the honey trap
Her most penetrating friend
Left with only memories
Of when he made her feel that way
Confused, not knowing what's going on
Feeling less than a man
Makes it so much easier
To say no
To the promised land
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