There’s a jock strap in my drawer, that wants to be used,
But I am too odd for it,
I say, stay in there,
I don’t want to wear, a modern day codpiece.
There’s a jock strap in my drawer, that wants to be used,
But instead it’s still in its packet, still pristine,
Next to a pipe, that is not so clean.
So, I keep up appearances of yester year,
Baffling the hell out of all my peers.
There’s a jock strap in my drawer, that wants to be used,
But I am too odd for it,
I say, stay hidden, you are forbidden,
I am known for other things,
So, keep your sport away from me, my music, my wine, my poetry.
There’s a jock strap in my drawer, that wants to be used,
But I am too twee for it, as though you see some confidence,
Down below, I somewhat do not measure up to others,
So, I stick to what I know best, to keep my place in line,
But I will never throw this jock strap away,
For someday it may become a friend,
At a much needed time,
Thus, I say for now, I know you are there,
And when the time for change is key
My bulbosity will be cupped beautifully.