Methinks he doth protest too much
About the abomination of *******,
And of those unnatural ****** urges
By which some men are so sorely tempted.
Is it not an old adage such such comments
Are but a case of hidden desires
Of a similarly 'unnatural' nature
Suppressed through innate guilt and learned shame?
He who struggled against his own dark needs
For manly cameraderie and love,
Succumbing only to sordid secret acts,
Who fought against self-admission of shame
By feigning romantic love for ladies
Is now enraged by gay liberation,
Outraged by the love that now dares
To speak its name and to embrace in public.
For he knows that his time for an honest love
Has gone and only dry ashes remain
To embitter his few remaining days.
Methinks he wanketh in secret.