Free Bird
Free Bird
Seventies Man― how unabashedly
he struts his stuff! You gotta love those long
gold chains that loop across that naked V
of polyester-free, unbuttoned chest.
And oh, those feathered tresses. Nothing wrong
with looking good. Do lions shear their manes?
Do peacocks cringe and cover up their trains?
Let sideburns reign; let white guys wear cologne;
let jeans reveal who’s well and fully grown
from groin to groove― it’s like a manhood-fest.
Seventies Man― freewheeler, Frye high heeler,
part-time primo gold and Quaalude dealer,
sucking the Power Hitter, rocking the van
with sweet fifteen. Brooke Shields and Jodie Foster
unfastening their training bras onscreen
for guys who like ’em green. The Seventies
freeing the chicks to serve him as free-range
pullets serve the cockadoodle rooster.
He loves and leaves, but girls, forgive him, please;
he’s just a man, and Lord knows, he can’t change.
Seventies Man― how unabashedly
he struts his stuff! You gotta love those long
gold chains that loop across that naked V
of polyester-free, unbuttoned chest.
And oh, those feathered tresses. Nothing wrong
with looking good. Do lions shear their manes?
Do peacocks cringe and cover up their trains?
Let sideburns reign; let white guys wear cologne;
let jeans reveal who’s well and fully grown
from groin to groove― it’s like a manhood-fest.
Seventies Man― freewheeler, Frye high heeler,
part-time primo gold and Quaalude dealer,
sucking the Power Hitter, rocking the van
with sweet fifteen. Brooke Shields and Jodie Foster
unfastening their training bras onscreen
for guys who like ’em green. The Seventies
freeing the chicks to serve him as free-range
pullets serve the cockadoodle rooster.
He loves and leaves, but girls, forgive him, please;
he’s just a man, and Lord knows, he can’t change.
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