Yeah, kid, I bet you think you’re just so damn clever,
so damn/so damn/so damn clever.
Sittin’ over there chucklin’ to yourself,
as you merge someone’s poetry to pictures of birds suckin’ dicks,
like that’s clever, like that’s insultin’.
Boy, I don’t suppose you’ve ever sucked a dick?
i still remember my first,
he was blonde,
and he was flacid against my tongue,
growing with the thrust of it ‘til,
’til–’til he was satisfied.
i wiped my mouth, ‘n he returned the favor.
he was beautiful.
pale smooth skin ‘n slam-poundin’-beatin’ pulse,
knockin’ him against the roof of my mouth.
over ‘n over ’til i move with the rythmn of him.
now what in the hell is insultin’ about that?
Does that make me less of a man, boy?
Does that make me less oaken boned,
Less leather-skinned ‘n broad shouldered?
–I’ll tell ya, the only thing it does is make me pissed.
You’re allowed your opinion, boy,
allowed your say in things,
but dammit, boy,
I’m allowed to get pissed at it.
I’ve got scarred ‘n leathered hands,
‘n I’ve got years ‘n years of kids like you tellin’ me I ain’t worth shit.
“you’re a fag/you’re a fag/you’re a fag”
I’m a fuckin’ fag, boy,
‘n I ain’t havin’ none of it.
I ain’t lettin’ you use beauty as an insult.
