I was taught to be a fine and good man—
Strong and sturdy, tall and handsome and sound—
To have honor, courage, and a plan
For all in the fam’ly and friends around.
I grew up to be a man. But look now!—
There are other men, not like me,
Their role now must include a furrowed brow,
At good male fun such as adultery.
Well, at least watching strippers,
To escape the old lady,
I married when young
Dumb, and full of cum.
Toxic you say?
Pansy girl.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 9, 2026.
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Coming this Macabre Monday
DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
A second season of gothic dread
starting on September 14, 2026
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection. Written in my original Ghost Sonnet form.
- Category: Humor
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- In collections: Truth, Applied.

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