"Drop dead", she said.

Hey, big man, let testosterone flow,
Flex the muscles like a monkey.
The male plumage is all puffed up in show
But the girls know how to debunk it.

"Drop dead", she said.

In a sense
Some men are always caught in adolescence,
Trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon.
It doesn't take a wicked witch
To point out obsolescence is a state
They might wake up to pretty soon.
Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down
To deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon?

"Drop dead", she said.

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