I've said nothing about nothing for seventeen years The last time I announced anything important was I'm queer There's a lot you'll never know about what I thought All the imaginary damage that I have wrought I've attacked, and attacked, and told my side You can be Dillinger, and I'll be Clyde And running the streets with a fake Tommy in my grasp Speaking out of term with a voice that has a rasp The cute twink boy at Walgreens? Well, I smile quietly. While I think about bending him over and pounding him violently And the one that works at Macy's? Oh, it's not fair while he worships at my temple and I find something to do with my gummi bears All this, of course, only happens in my mind Puts me in a tight, never loosening bind Music helps me release some of those 'mones That roar through me when disrespected by another old clone I hum a Victimizer song and play air guitar And people watch me warily, prepared to run far Mister Goody Two-Shoes has a much darker tint that has nothing to do with skin color and everything to do with glint My rage is under control, only genteel side shown while I turn away from the boy who raised a bone But suddenly, a word! An unbelievable affront Some hater keeps me from getting into this boy's c--t By saying "What are you doing? This one, with the curl? You like that? What's wrong with you? You might as well date a girl!" Yes, I like fem boys! So what? Who cares? What's your deal? And why does it matter? Because you want to cop a feel? I don't say any of this, though if asked I would At least, I think, I think, I think I could. I love fem boys for reasons that are beyond your comprehension But not me, for I know them, I know the tension That I get being around them, getting my shot And I've had enough of them to know that it's really hot. Roaring gothically to port, on my knees in the stern Ignore those watching, ignoring the burn Not that one! Metaphorically! A figure of speech! And scrubbing the floor with a special kind of bleach. Imagine what it's like...I don't suppose you would Your imagination can't stretch that far...if it ever could But let's answer the question. Not that one, the other one about me You should love real men, what's your sexuality? Sexually ambiguous? Not me. Not really I enjoy and love men but can see women without being silly And hell, I'm not a Kinsey 6, probably a 5 Stand your ground, you bloody bastards! Look Alive! People gaze in shock. MG2S is talking like he rules Guess what, Minnesota girls and fools? I do! I'm not from here. You haven't gotten through I'll run through your bullshit like I'm Seattle Slew. But I'll deal with the rudeness, the self-centeredness, the stuff that you wouldn't like done to you...but see, I'm tough I was raised better by a woman who made life such a joy And I'll always have it better...I don't need a toy. For I learned one thing. In my mind I know what to do I know how to please myself while pleasing you But you miss out. That's your loss, your fail,and when I scream my victory in glee. You won't hear it. This bear roars-silently.Birth sign: Aries
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