DID YOU GET GAY?
Dissecting my inner sanctum,
You wind up feeling like some lousy fuck,
On a night you can't put out.
Bring it on with your fiercest vengeance
But if you can't quench the thirst
Of a unicorn waiting to be pierced.
Run from the jungle of your mind,
Into a destiny so real you can perceive its loneliness.
And wind up caputred on a desert aisle,
Hand down the pants of those above,
Sex can bring you up but no it brings you down.
Drowned in the vodka of a one nighter,
You thought you were a winner
But you're not even a fighter.
Crawl up to the knees of the desired
And lick your way to a futiure in which you are included.
But no, there is something not right here, something askew.
Drowning in the worst of the many and the yes of the few,
Taken away to exotic intoxication,
There is a song that keeps you sane.
It speaks of a woman with a heart and a brain,
Wrapped in the beauty of the love gone wrong,
Fall through the thin ice,
Fall through the vulnerability of the throng.
Thronging masses clamor for money and sickness,
You would have been sexy if you were willing to shave your chest.
Bite into secrecy,
Bite into Vermont,
Your mother gave you leprosy,
Your father gave you Kant.
Beneath the dropping underwear of nature's lonely loins,
Lise the fiction of friction and the grinding of groins.
Burn the ferns that shade your charade,
And let your jaws erode,
Your hair erode,
Your scalp like an old beach collapse into the white salt of the water.
But thither hither wither away,
Did you get old or did get gay?
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