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My throat is fairly deep.

Women invade my sleep.

Adventure's in my heart

And I long to take part,

Yet despite what underlies

I am not one of the guys.

I study their movements, take in their actions,

Observe how they organize in factions

Of camaraderie and brotherhood,

Yet by now it's quite understood

I am not invited.

I drive past slighted,

Existing in this place I can't explain,

Rooted somewhere between pleasure and pain.