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“Prove it”! he said with an indignant righteous scowl
“I say its nothing more than a choosen lifestyle.”
I paused a moment and pondered awhile
Then spoke my thoughts aloud
Come with me I said
I felt scandalous thoughts of where we might go run through his head
But I took him to the gymnasium instead
Where we agreed to undress and pretend to wash the hair on our heads
Whilst I stood near the one I thought was a very handsome cad
Amongst all those men-Fathers and Dads
I showed him an ability from birth that I had
Which they had not; for to prove it was not a lifestyle, and it quickly made him sad
That he had been so blind, intolerant and mad
When MY PRIVATE PART RAISED UP-STRAIGHT!
In a most improbable haste
In a most improbable place
Inspired by the most improbable face
And I won my case
It being easily seen
What it could mean
For a man to quickly rise up
Standing not amongst women, but amongst men to errupt
In sensual estacy
While others could not follow suit
Evidence that showed the truth
It was more than a choosen lifestyle
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