Plight of Gays

Like a twig on a leafy day you shake your bald head

Disapproving eyes as sore as lead

My bliss makes you wanna piss

How do I kiss, miss him; you hiss

A choice for a fellow male

To you is like a choice to ail

You sneer and jeer

Acting so pious yet you are but melons

You are curios; NO, serious, NO, Furious

The thought of his hands; on ma glands

Makes you sick and screaming to kick

You frown; get brown; just looking at the clown

You not sure whether it is the passion or the fashion

You are sure though it is a big shame and we are to blame

A huge puncture on our culture

For the choice of prey, for my soul you’ll pray

Yes I’m gay

Please don’t slay

Or try to sway

Just let us rest without fear of arrest

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