Faggot

Make use of the word again

it served you so well,

when you threw it 'round my neck

and if I attempt to yell,
just say it again,

after all we could never be friends

and throw it around my nose

isn't it sick,
that I demand them to know

what gender I like to blow-

and how I repulse,
everything,
that has been offered by the lord

I'm at the lowest, as you can see

quite literally,

I'm one with the grass and the bugs

and the blood I left tonight,

on the balcony

You're fast, your strong,
a real hunk,

I love to watch your fists,
when they jump,

upon my body, upon my spine,

assuring me,
that I'm ingrained in your mind

To have the right to own a word,

would mean the world to me,

cause then I finally,
could get a rank,

in this hypocritical hierarchy

But in reality I stay above you,

I know you inside out,

know all the pressures that you once encountered,

know what this rage is all about

And all I'm asking,

is for you to turn around

and have a look at me,

understand that what we both have been longing for,

is the ultimate masculinity