With a single whisper, your pole raises a tent,
And you think you're Kal-El or his alter ego, Clark Kent?
A guy who thought his stick did the trick,
Who thinks he’s smouldering fire—nah, just a thin wick.
Not even worthy of the douchey role in a chick flick.
The only way you feel like a man is when you have a thick wad of cash,
Otherwise, you’re tossed out like someone's Tuesday trash.
You treat a woman like a simple accessory,
But can't even last long in missionary.
So here’s your legacy, stamped and set—
A boneless nugget—soft, limp, and easy to forget.
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