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BIG McNaked
Dayum!
Big McNaked!!!
lucid memories
of olden days
Oh how those babylon Sista's........
would….SHAKE IT!
(so fine, so young-tell me I'm the only one)
Looking through the window.....traversing the annals of time
I used to be a pretty ass man!
Don't try to tell me that's the way of the world!That this is life
I can tell, Oh hell.......
…..this ain't right; life ain't fuckin' fair (a Shakespearean tragedy)
done lost my hair
testosterone, youthful muscle tone
gone
my ass used to be so damned round and tight
I remember the days
when
I could “stand up in it” all damned night !
Muddy declared it like a war cry. I'M A MAN!!!!!
(strength dwindling, no longer having a steady, “slow” hand)
look at me now—that shit ain't even right!
Oh how life and times plays it's evil tricks
Gotta' take vitamins and pills to maintain
a semi flaccid erection, to just keep breathin'
Oh whoa is me, what has happened to my Dick?
…..as all the elders admonish me
to give praise and be thankful for
a modicum of health and living a good life
and I ain't saying that I ain't grateful
but fellas, “the postman no longer rings twice.....”
the grandeur and strength
my magnificent physique......
…...the reality of it all is that my glorious masculinity
has been sacrificed! Somewhere rolling in the deep
And for what?
(I got to wear suspenders to hold my pants up on my butt?)
Walking around like an old silver-back ape
respected perhaps......but not being able recognize
my own face?
Not being able
to draw a beautiful woman into my lair
Falling headlong into the depths of her
dreamy, wet, cut? (I feel like the world has just punched me straight in the gut......)
And my mind still reflects the very essence of me
until I drift upon a memory and can't recognize
the man that I see?
Say what you will about gratitude
but this 'ish just ain't fair
straining to hold on to who I used to be,
old and gray
bald and no damned hair.......
….my naked truth
now just a lyric to a sad ass song
BIG McNaked!
(…..this shit is just all fuckin' wrong)
Published 19th Jan 2022
Author's Note
a rant that fell from the sky this morning.........told by a friend that this is not a true reflection of me. Yet one's mortality is still a bitch. #venting
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26th Jan 2022 8:04am
Always love it when passion with musical giants is meshed with the wants of the flesh.
