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 Jul 2015 Paul Sands
A Mareship
gay
 Jul 2015 Paul Sands
A Mareship
gay
The English vice,
Some Etonian curse –
Set down in grass
And purple verse,

Lavatory bred
With ransacked blood,
Skin slapping and
With a falling thud –

Takes boys at childhood,
Wishes them away,
With promises of popper fuelled buffets,

And poisons them with
Vice and virus red,
And sees them unmarried
Giving head.

I don’t regret a single thing I am,
I’ve tried it out
And can’t abide the sham –

I’ll **** men
And make them beg for more,
I’ll scrabble for their love upon the floor,

I’ll love men
And love will love me too,
I’ll love for love’s own sake
And when I’m through

I’ll die and I’ll be thankful that your hate
Never made me beg that I was straight.
I don't generally write on the topic of being gay, although I write a lot about boyfriends etc.  Being gay is not really an issue for me, but every now and then someone will make a comment that will ******* enrage me, hence this poem. Let's stick together, doesn't matter who we fall in love with, let's not be ashamed of anything. x
I've lost thirty pounds in two months from hardly eating
I replace most meals with cigarettes and ****
I'm surprised that my heart hasn't yet stopped beating
But I guess the smoke is all I need to feed

I cut off all of my hair cuz I went crazy
I shaved part of my head as therapy
Or perhaps I chopped it off because I'm lazy
And dealing with hair was too much work for me

I tossed my kindness all right out the window
Cuz getting stepped on left me in the dirt
I took all my emotions and I let go
Because I was so sick of being hurt

I buried all my smiles in my backyard
When I said goodbye to my closest friends
When every person left me, life got too hard
And that was when my sweet side saw its end

Everyone I care about lives a million miles away
And I'm so empty I don't breathe at all
I grow further from society every painful day
My hope shatters like a porcelain doll
I grab yet one more cold beer
And I don't feel an ounce of shame
I just wish that you were here
So you'd hear when I whisper your name

You don't hear my whispers at all
When they're lifted and carried, this day
They can't reach you before they fall
From 2,455 miles away

One day we'll meet up on Saturn
If Jupiter stays out of our way
The clouds in Seattle are better
Or we'll meet in the middle one day

I drink so that I can forget you
But it grows worse with every beer
You're all that I have in my view
And I'm glad that you're out there, my dear
And every morning, my lips touched his before they ever touched my cup of tea.
A lot of folks see me and think I'm gay
Because of my short hair and foul tongue
But that is an offensive thing to say
That you can just spot out a ***-be-un

I've been friends with many two girl couples
And none of them were ever quite the same
Some were very sweet, some had troubles
And others were rowdy and insane

I've known lesbians who spent hours getting dressed up
And some who throw on sweatpants and a hat
You can't just judge by looks, that's so messed up
You can't always tell which girls like "the cat"

Thinking about ***** doesn't make me sick
I'm not gay, no, it isn't just a bluff
I prefer the *****, the **** or the ****
But I'd let a girl touch my *****
                
          if I was ***** enough
Push the limits?
Ha!
I'll knock them right on their ***
Downing fifths
and smoking grass
Losing faith,
losing class
I'm unsafe
and crudely crass

My filter was busted
I live life uncensored
I'm not to be trusted
I'm super short tempered

My anger consumes me
and leaves me so rotten
I'm wacky and ******
In case you'd forgotten

My brain runs in circles
And makes my mind spin
My face turns bright purple
As I hold my breath in

Sometimes I forget who I am

Hey, guys. Who am I, again?
She said "Thank you." so politely as she smiled
Placed her napkin on the table, and she left
The waiter took a seat there at her table
And he then began to strongly obsess

He licked the rim of her glass, as he wept
And sniffed the seat she'd sat on with intent
He put some lipstick on, her favorite shade
Licked his lips, and lingered in the scent

That night, when he was trying to go to sleep
He tossed and turned the whole time in his bed
He felt some liquid down below the sheets
And realized he had her severed head

Unsure how this happened, now he panicked
But while he had her, he put her to use
He stuck his neglected **** in her cold mouth
And filled her hollow head with his warm juice
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