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Ode to the Desert Ego

I've seen how the stereotypical male mindset has shifted over time, but still, so many carry the same ego-driven attitudes, disguised in new forms. It’s as if nothing has changed, just the packaging. I can't help but question—when will this outdated thinking finally fade?


Behold the Desert Ego of old,
With pride so grand, with heart so cold,
Who laughs at hearts and eyes that weep—
As if feeling’s a weakness, for those too deep.

He points his finger, judges with glee,
"How dare you love? How weak you be!"
Yet when we point to his little sins,
He stammers, “I’m human—just where to begin?”

Oh yes, the righteous, who preach and pray,
Then sign deals with devils to get their way—
With hands clasped tight, they're holy on display,
But slip into shadows when it suits their way.

Ambition! He’s got it, can’t you see?
A drive so fierce, it’ll set him free!
But spare us, please, your noble bribe,
When all you chase is your name’s own vibe.

He laughs at dreamers breaking molds,
Dismisses the young who won’t be told—
Yet clings to his fame like moths to flame,
Desperate to carve out his precious name.

So here’s to the ones with perfect grace,
Who’d sell out their souls to save face—
Let’s raise a glass to the pure, the pious,
Who won’t admit they’re just like us.


It feels like some men are still clinging to the same ideals they’ve been taught, just in different clothes. How do you think we can challenge this cycle, or has it become so ingrained that change is impossible?

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