Jock Strap

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.