some people gay jar their ways for maturity, real man's never groping for fun
but all the boys in the hall outside are owned, madd'ning lust has their sight
some people shift every gear for a fuck cuz, though angry, they're happy when they're cool
they will not listen to anyone, no, don't even tell them what's right

i know they're mostly all wrestling themselves, i know they're itching to love all of self,
love all their "virtues," but, christ, when their 'love's making up for lost blood
blood they've been crying has been ever-healed
i'm not above doing anythng to restore your hate of these "men"

some people heed not the life of the grown, because it's never really cooking the fun
i'm always killing the queer-type child because i am a similar man
i am a similar man


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