To them, the ‘different’ break out of
The bad side of the prism;
They see no wrong in stigma,
Through their vile
Astigmatism
To them, the ‘different’ break out of
The bad side of the prism;
They see no wrong in stigma,
Through their vile
Astigmatism
He’s here,
He could as well be —
Anywhere
We do not care to know, and so
We do not know to care
He cannot understand, for there’s
No reason
But there’s no season quite like
Open
Season
The difference between bullies and comedians is –
You know, I’m really not sure.
But I’ve been both in my time, as well as bullied,
So I can say this, fairly:
It ain’t funny
If they ain’t
Laughing

In decades past, he wrote on bathroom walls
With all the courage of the newly scorned;
With phone numbers and “for-a-good-time-call’s”,
His sentiments, both crass and unadorned —
But now he doesn’t have to leave his room
To strike out at the women who he’s loathe
To admit were his poor libido’s doom,
And who (he wishes) he could each unclothe —
But like the wall obscenities of yore,
He’ll work to do what damage that he can:
And prove again, as has been proved before –
One can be male, and still not be
A man