Yorktown Disciple
No Testosterone



I saw myself looking back at me, I was
wondering if I would grow
up tough and
scarred,

Men of the world have been transformed
into wimps, thinking
themselves as
ante-guard.

Real men have gone, those who would
knock sense into you by
thumping on your
head,

We now have to live without knowing,
if I am a real man or if it
is a testicle problem
instead.

Yorktown Disciple
# 11827
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Transformed

into

wimps
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Yorktown Disciple
Prizing around the world