by petethelibertine
@ 2008-04-22 - 23:27:02
Every single thing you said to me,
Leaves me wanting more,
I want nothing less than to agree,
All I need is my score
Fickle boys through and through,
Money no less than they deserve,
Beaten and bullied, their hatred grew,
Feelings and secrets, they must conserve.
Rent boys I envy, the rich I pity,
Life is wasted on men who smoke,
Old bore against young so witty,
This fight is clearly a joke.
Feelings enrichen my life all the same,
Hatred brings the best, hope the worst,
Mistakes cause me to change my name,
Everything about me is cursed.
Gay guy struts down the street,
My eyes wander to his path,
I see the way he swaggers and glides, so fast,
I wonder who will feel his rath.
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