I flex my muscles all by myself
looking for swelling that used to be there.
To my dismay, they sag and droop.
The only thing that could help is prayer.
I pull in my stomach when ladies are around
and try to look manly and strong.
The truth is, I'm glad when they leave
for I can't hold it in too long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem