i've got fans in california
i've got fans in northern spain
eastern europe still adores me
and the asians feel the same

there were times when even philly
would begin to doubt my worth
but these days it just seems silly
given my expansive girth

i don't even care to notice
when the women stop to stare
begging for my callused hand
to rip the little clothes they wear

i always seem to end such poems
without a hint of boom or bang
sometimes it may erupt with purpose
but usually, it'll feel content to simply hang