Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art intriguing with that naked shit:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
but snug in Levi’s, you can handle it
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
no such trouble for your go-to guys
their kickin’ it down south there with your limbs.
The call of Cap’n Commando shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that buff charm thing;
Nor shall cheap boxers rain on your parade,
When times are hard you just relax and swing.
(It’s a fascinating line of thought for me)
So long as you can breathe, and feel all free.