When Did I Become a Puss?

Just a SLIGHT exaggeration!

                                                       

Today, just today, I looked around and said, "I'm a puss!

A-dyed-in-the-wool, scared of my shadow, glorified wuss!

Well, there's nothing remotely 'glorified', or 'dignified', about it,

a whining, whimpering, supposed man, without the stones to admit

 I didn't just realize it, I've been wondering for some years,

why I'm prisoner in my own mind, incarcerated by my own fears, put it this way, not only am I frightened of my own shadow,

he could beat the s**t out of me, he's been working out, how

did I not see that coming? I see it now what he's doing.

While I was cowering, he was busy scheming, plotting,

planning on overthrowing my a*s--see, even he's sickened!

He wants away from being controlled by a guy who's destined,

not for greatness, but being labeled a courage eunuch,

a wimpoid, a scared-a*s freak, a total pansy schmuck!