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He was a man

The kind that puffed out his chest
Who’d bark at a woman
For the way that she dressed

He was a man

Who spent all of his money on beer
And who’d kick in your teeth
If he thought you were queer

He was a man

He had two shriveled walnuts that were his pride
Both of them dangled between his thighs
But a third shriveled walnut, the runt of the litter, did reside
Within his thick skull where he knew it could hide

But he was such an asshole that nobody cared
Whether or not his walnuts were there

He was a man

The kind that spoke only lies
Like, “You could tell she wanted it
From the look in her eyes”

He was a man
The kind heading for a fall
He was a man


The kind that wasn’t a man at all

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from Twenty​-​Something Mutant Nobodies, released January 12, 2018

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