A/N: This poem came out of my story Tracing Kenneth. It is word for word, but some people don't like to read stories, so for those people, I give you the poem all by itself…no characters attached…..

How strange it is to love a man

A nasty beast, on two legs they stand

And not with might, but fear and shame

I never want to play that game.

How strange it is to love a man

A mindless being, living on command

And not with pride, but fear and shame

No, I will never play that game.

How stupid it is to love a man

To know his faults, still take his hand

Who walks through life, head bowed in shame

No, never will I play that game.