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Author: Yorba Linda
Fiction Rated: M - English - Poetry/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-28-06 - Updated: 04-28-06 - id:2163318

"Hi, I'm feeling okay -
I'm nothing more than what I was
the last time you saw me."
A pathetic waste of flesh and blood -
A memory of who I was.
Now I stand a worthless toy -
I'll give you bliss and bring you joy.
Can I give my body just to you?
I'm caught up in a loving mood.
Take me home and treat me well;
it's a price to pay, but I'm willing to sell.

Why is it everytime I touch you I feel thousands of times richer?
Why is it everytime I kiss you I feel this heat rising quicker?
And how come everytime I lick your wounds I feel sicker?
Get off my mind; you blood constricter.

Slice my face with blades of trust;
make sure you damage all the lust.
Kill my void, and fill this hole.
Dig deeper now; you've got a long way to go.

I never felt this way -
Heteroflexibly gay,
and that's okay.

Can you smell the sexual tension rising?
Boys with boys who feel like crying -
Girls with girls; constantly flying.

I can get used to this -
I can't deny it;
I'm already out of the closet.
I'm so far out I've lost them;
join the crowd rejoicing.

Why is it everytime I touch you I feel thousands of times richer?
Why is it everytime I kiss you I feel this heat rising quicker?
And how come everytime I lick your wounds I feel sicker?
Take me over; blood constricter.

Now I know why I felt the way I did -
It's 'cause I never came out; I always hid.
I felt so useless and so afraid,
always down and so ashamed.
There's a new fuckin' attitude;
shut your mouth before you act so rude.
Think twice before you judge my ways;
think twice in this world full of gays.
Join the dyke and fag parade.

This is why I feel richer;
this makes heat rise quicker.
This is why my mind feels sicker;
I think I love you; blood constricter!


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