Who is a real Man?
That who is not a boy,
nor a sissy who secretly loves a boy,
Nor the one who is moved much worst cries over poetry,
or the one into pottery,
Mostly i despise the crying types,
You know the kind-who wear emotional stripes,
Who adore Riwaad plays, eat strawberry cheese with their bagels,
who are so proper, so neat--no mamas boy-it mind boggles,
Who is my Man?
That sweet-tall-generous, gentleman MAN of Golden plastic exterior,
That three magic word that delights my interior---
........Platuinum Master card.
