I call him Fred
But others do not
So many names given
For such a strange spot
Men boast so easily
Their Fred’s a might beast
Women seem so unimpressed
Just a tool to say the least
For what women own
They can have many a Fred
Men eagerly waiting
To share their bed
Yet when a man passes
All Fred’s fade away
Boastful years to ashes
No truths left to stay
