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No virgins Left. Meman. Hero.
By the time I had sex there were no virgins left I had to wait for the train to come back around And by then they all had plenty of baggage for me to carry So I figure my failure to have a successful relationship Has at least some basis in this And may be why I found myself the rebound guy So often with plain innocence, feeling puppy love That denied my age I was cute but not real Somehow I lived the reverse stereotype In that the woman always feared commitment I do not recommend long held virginity It puts you out of date with your peer pack You find yourself looking back At the youth now too young for you Women haven’t wanted the responsibility of my heart —Now I do not deny that I am thinking of this one sided It should be noted that there is some blinding bitterness As well as some careful phrasing to protect my esteem In this therapeutic text However, knowing this should not stop you from hearing The truth of feeling that I am sharing Not to mention an honest social commentary Against virginity past sixteen Safe sex is important, while abstinence is inhuman Physical intimacy is required for post-pubescent maturity— My emotions were put through the blender That so often is found within the female gender Afraid of guilt I was sent to the pound again and again Before we could get to the too close place they so feared So not having anything lasting more then a mating season My maturity has had to take an unorthodox path And now I have decided to deny my humanity Which makes me another broken branch of the family tree And more While sex will still be a thing for me—to do I won’t ever commit beyond my wants And selfishly I will live and die—alone
And the worth of it is peaking So the words from my mouth are speaking About this reoccurring denial I’m thinking about my worth as a being Yes, I dropped the human purposefully Because I am exploring The simple fact of my intelligence Without the preformed traits labeling me a man And so the wondering has begun About how I feel I’ve claimed such an objectivity It’s not like I’m an old man Still young, unbelievable as it may be I’ve explored the deepest parts of what it is to be me Granting that my conclusions must stay open to flux For a lasting moment now I’m here just as a bubble of thought I have wants that are unrelated to family What am I then? If I do not want to connect to my biological programming My mind has outgrown itself I’m melting over the sides What will I be in my next life How is it that for so many God is such a fantastic idea I am a god now And it’s not so great Success I am empty Enough for the perspective to kick in I can sleep and dream And reenter the waking world of flaws Not that the caring is high for these thoughts But for the sake of me I type them And enjoy the greatness I surely am So screw you You over critical peons
I’m not seeking to be a hero I’m too selfish to achieve that But I would greatly love to be respected Specifically for work I have done I think this is a natural enough desire And needs no further explanation