Boxers

I don't mean the sweaty men
who throw punches
at each other across
a jeered-at arena.

I mean the little bit of fabric
that covers male buttocks,
male hips, male thighs,
male nuts and bolts
and whatever else is
down there.

Women's panties
are made to make women
look sexy;
Men's boxers
are made to -
to what?

They don't hold anything in place,
they don't serve aesthetic purpose,
they don't entice flocks
of excited vixens ready
to rip their sexy, heart-patterned,
dick-slitted, cushy cottoned,
elastic-banded, un-form-fitting
piece of loincloth from men's crotches.

And yet boys flaunted them
in high school,
red-yellow-pink
above too-baggy trousers,
ghetto belts and
Converse sneakers
as if to say:
make way, baby,
my manhood is here
to stay.