lonnie
calls me
in the middle of the night
passes on his
needy situation

then i'm careful - feelings
for his emtpy-type life
get me bleeding
til i'm often ably

giving my home and my balls
just to happy his grief
i'm on his side
and then he puts the guilt-trip on me

lonnie's
had a really hard life
thirty years have
been one long disaster

still, he tells me
he suddenly believes he loves
me, that i'm his kind
while he's taking
such aggressive actions

he fights a war,
wants a guaranteed door
to my place
this, he won't shake
it's the final mistake
that he made

here i stand,
feel like such a heartless fool
did i reject the way
expected? will he call me rude?

every time he thinks i want his gook,
it makes me lose my cool
i'm no machine
and i don't fuck like a fiend
i can't lust just for someone i have known days two

lonnie
calls me
when he needs a good fix
all his demands
will get hypothetic, 'yessir's

he should
be so
immunized to all the gay lip
still he's eyeing
to get second-glances

sometimes i feel like this
gay-friendship deal has no bond
how can two grown men who're living to form
need a schlong?

i've done everything i can
what else am i supposed to do?
i'm no machine
and i don't fuck like a fiend
i can't lust just for someone i have known days two

lonnie
loves me
even if i don't care
that's his problem
he can be so damned obtrusive

if he had to,
he would take his life for mine, yeah
that is so nice,
but it's damned pathetic
he's always said
i'm the boyfriend that
he's never had