THE ARIES MALE EXPERIENCE
What must it be like to be
A bloody Son of Mars
All veins in the teeth ugly
All hateful fights and wars.
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Life must be a sandbox
Of tit-for-tat squabble
"What he's got I ain't got!"
Redressed by constant struggle.
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Behind all that scramble an infant
Who never fully grows up
Any fairness forever absent
From this alpha male wolf pup.
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No one but he deserves a thing
What others have must be taken
Above the rest, he must be king
Even amidst his children.
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Driven by anger and hellfires
He fights with sword and shield
No relief he finds when he retires
How does a true warrior exit the field?
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That would mean losing position
In the strict order of primates
Giving of an inch a fraction
To all of the people he hates.
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If he could have just found a new frequency
If he hadn't been such a fool
If only he'd had the decency
To have a breakdown so he could retool.
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To his demons and ghosts he now grovels
Taxing even his genius for charm
Over his life's work they hold gavel
Only goodheartedness will keep him from harm.
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So this towering mental giant
Who viewed all others as idiots
Must simper and be compliant
To those he thought mental midgets.
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How these most capable creatures
(Proof they are the world's most perverse?)
Could miss that losing their features
Would turn all the swords in reverse?
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