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It’s all done over the internet

So to you, it’s innocent.

You flash this one a smile

The other needs more sentiment.

One gushes about your intelligence

The other wants a photo of your cock.

You’d think a man wouldn’t have that around

But you have plenty in stock.

They all beg you to come see them

“Please come over today!”

You pull them off with gentle ease

“Perhaps, some day.”

You see, we always take our honor

Everywhere we go.

I’m not here to play your internet game

And I will not feed your ego.