Testosterone

Testosterone
The prize. I fought and didn't lose.
Yet still felt the blues.
Why I ask myself. As the trophy had presented. Still I wanted to be
repented.
The fight, fair in the least. With the best to succeed.
I entered into the competition. The prize our expectation.
Man versus man. For the hand, of a fair wo-man.
Is this the way it's meant to be.
Or one too many beers that sets us (temporarily) free.
To the best man, that can. Let him have her hand.
For she wants to be won. That's how we're told it's to be done.
Mating a game, presented to us in alcohol and bar,
So we all don't fast.