How for two manly men to exist in the same place
is a question from the beginning of the Human race.
Down to the bone all testasterone where battle scarred is grace
would rather fight beside you than us be in each others face.
A firm hand shake its give and take go out and Woman chase
no stinking thinking not even drinking back each others space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem