The man-boy is legion; he bestrides the globe
With an
exterior semblance of a man,
Yet his
claim to manhood is restricted;
To a
phallic extension, elongated legs and facial hair
His
currency is young oomph and lofty idealism;
Of
assumed grandeur, hubris and conceit;
Hollow
words of grandiosity, peppered with rhetorical love
Dominate
his speech; where young females abound
His
dressing is fancy; decorated with fictitious articles of bling;
Phoney
jewellery, hired automobiles and lavish handsets,
All
primed to impress and charm; unsuspecting maidens.
His
antics of sophistry, grandiosity and façade of love;
Attract
dumb nubile maidens in droves
Like a
hurricane lamp does to moths,
Oblivious
that an inadvertent encounter with;
The
surface of the “hot” lamp is sure death!
The boy-man
is no man but a caricature of masculinity,
An
irredeemable coward; afraid of his own shadow
The
coward in him arouses a woman’s love,
With no
intention of loving her back.
Below the
veneer of sophistry and grandiosity
Lies an
empty shell; of an emotional swindler
Whose
exploits leave in their wake sundry victims;
Once
innocent maiden virgins turned emotional wrecks;
And children
with no masculine identity!
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