Men of the Ninetees

By Rob Konigsberg, approx. 1994

We're men of the nineties.
We go to museums in groups.
We're in touch with our inner selves.
We make organic soups.

We're men of the ninetees
We've read Fulghum through and through.
We've thrown out Floyd for Mozart
We let you climax too.

We're men of the ninetees
We're hug because we should
We always choose the amber beer
Because it's just so good.

We're men of the ninetees
We're faithful once we're wed
We cuddle and we talk and sometimes
Cry when we're in bed

We're men of the ninetees
We're politcally correct
We're all so well adjusted
We're afraid to be erect.

We're men of the ninetees
VH1 is our TV
How could you women love us
When we're boring as can be?