It's Not Gay

A work in progress. I like to explore characters who deny themselves. I cherish it, almost.

Threre's a reason it's called SEX

It has NOTHING to do with love

So when a blond haired, blue eyed beau comes knocking on my door

Asking to borrow some sugar

I have no problem filling his cup

 

And when he asks if he should stay

I say yes

If he was good enough

Who am I to stop a nice alarm clock from doing it's job

 

The golden judgement of peanuts always comes with a SILVER LINING

So when they put me on trial

I simply drop to my knees and beg for UNDERSTANDING

 

It's not gay because I don't love them

A body is a body

And if I ever start to think that body has CONSCIENCE

I ditch it

 

Return to sender

Send any emotion back to the pits of Hell

There's a REASON it's called sex

It has nothing to do with LOVE

Author's Note

As I previously stated, this is a work in progress. Go to town on it. Destroy it if you have to.

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

This is a really good poem!!!!! I love it!

[Joe Shetina]

"Return to sender" makes me laugh. It's like "b***h, GTFO with that."

I like this a lot.