April 10, 2011
I told you, like I tell them all:
If you leave, I'll understand.
I'll know why you don't call,
Why it's like I died, in Ireland.
I keep hoping, that with
My increased sex drive --
Should I manage to get hormonally stiff,
A lady will come by.
I keep hoping I won't be alone;
You told me I was embarrassing.
For this new "look" I can't atone,
I can't just call it a phase thing.
You told me I'd lose friends,
But you missed me when I "came out".
You don't comprehend --
Struggle is what I'm all about.
I see others, in my merry band,
Struggling all across this continent's land.
Their people also don't understand;
Maybe I can keep this all in hand.
