My straight friend?

He was my friend; I was told

could drive and had his own car.

was nearly seventeen years old

goes to town, knows every club and every bar.

Then you see this figure of enviable manhood

How could we tell him?

With both arms on clutched behind his back and crookedly stood

How could we say?

That maybe ….

So many clothes.

so many labels.

Gap, Armani and Levis

his fashion would vary.

even with that

How did he not know?

That he was a little homo fairy.

The scream, the foghorn and the howl

How could we say?

When he moaned about his hair, brake a nail and in moments of other distress.

shut the fuck up or just go away.

you sound like a headmistress.

His left hand holding aloft an umbrella.

like a typical manly fella.

his right hand drooping with an unsubtle wrist curl.

how could we say?

His mannerisms are like a girl.

Talking meaninglessly with mates about football and which mates really go

How can we say?

Don’t you know.

You’re, Sausage Jockey, Rentboy whatever you use to cover it up, Gay.