Somebody took my
fifty cent rub on
Face cream
That I use to cover
The two-story scar
on my forehead.
Story one:
I fell and hit
My head
On the corner of the
Coffee table running
Through the house
Running down the
Hall chasing a
Ball
Turned the corner and fell
Right on my head.
Story two:
Late at night
After dark
Drooling sleep
Cock suddenly
In my face
Shoving back my
Throat
And all the screams
Held within.
Got turned over
On my belly
Fucked up the ass
Head banging on
The princess headboard.
Now I know why
I ended up here
Why I ended up
Queer
Weird to this society
And flailing deep
In the ocean
Drowning over
A man
A woman
A human
Being
To take this fear
Away.
