A Man.

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First of all, as a matter of succinct Introduction, I AM MAN. 

I am a man; the strength of his father, and the lord over his mother. The pride of the family. I am the heir apparent to a very great but confused kingdom. 
I am a Man and I am a very superior being. I can marry many wives, and
do as I want with them.

My wife, I repeat, my wife cannot wear my crown. I am regal and powerful. Very powerful. 

But one day, I became overly depressed that I committed suicide.

I appeared at the seat of judgement, and the angel asked why I deleted myself from earthly existence. 
"My pride, I'm the man. I reserved the right to sleep with as many women that I want to. I ought to be the one to gloat in my sexual escapades. but I met a lady, the shameless girl went about telling men and women about how poor I was on the bed. She bragged about how I nearly passed on to beyond when she was giving me a blow job just like Félix François Faure the French president that died while his secretary was fellating him." I told the Angel. "She hurt my ego, and I ended my life." I concluded.

The Angel cleared his throat, then uttered his speech with an accompanying thunderous sounds.
"Don't be deluded, men are not superior to the women. Men's heart is not made of leather, you're equal. You don't make love to ladies to show your superiority, you make love because you're same. Now, go back to Earth, and do the right thing." He lashed.

Now I'm back on Earth, I'll learn. 

© FERT, 2016.

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