Brutal Poems on Being a Real Man

Unbowed and Unbroken I walk the path that I have made, No fuckin' hand will hold me down. You bitch, you slut, you whore—afraid? I'll take your crown, you bastard clown. I spit on rules that you hold dear, Those motherfuckers shut up fast. My fists and tongue bring honest fear, Your weak-ass whispers never last. I owe not one apology, My spine is forged from iron and bone. You bitch, you slut—you're part of me, The devil's creed I've always known. They whine and weep, these fragile men, But I don't kneel, I don't pretend. You bastard, shut up, try again, My code begins where yours must end. So drink my name and taste the steel, You whore, you slut—I paid the price. This is the truth you'll never feel, The world's a savage, rolling dice.

Man of Grit A handshake sealed with blood and grit, No fuckin' promise made in vain. You bitch, you bastard—I won't quit, I'll laugh at you through all the pain. My word's a bomb, it doesn't bend, Those motherfuckers shut up fast. You slut, you whore, you reach your end, I've built a fortress from the past. I fight for what I call my own, No man alive can break my stride. You bastard, shut up, stand alone, The truth just lives here deep inside. They talk and talk with hollow tongues, But silence wins when steel is drawn. You bitch, you slut—you're all the same, I face the sun and welcome dawn. This life is harsh, I know the cost, But every scar is proudly worn. You motherfuckers, you get lost, My spirit never shall be torn.