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The only love that I can give
Is plastic, artificial,
Thin as cardboard, bloodless, pale,
And borderline superficial.

You stand in nakedness and wait
For me to lead the dance,
But all I hear are leaden beats
That stomp on frail romance.

Would that I could mount an attack,
Firm up the slack, and accomplish
The duties expected of my sex,
To be sturdy and not as lumpish.

But liveliness devolves in men,
Vivacity fades and falters,
Till all that's left are marble flakes,
One's former sacred altars.

Come comfort me, your supine lord,
A Zeus on his recliner,
And as I slumber, ravish me--
Release this glum repiner.