Seize the pain my friend, let it coil
Feel the flow, coursing, creeping,
steeping though and through.
So this is what it is like
to be a man.
Cracked-back crook-ed dread,
black chasms clinch tight knives.
Fling time, my fine spine,
Contractions of intense sensations,
.....ahhhh, to be a man
Disabled dog-day pains remain.
Weakening weeks pass fast,
while dying dreams slip aside to dead-side,
As you coil, the pain seizes you,
for trying to be a man.
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