There once was a man who didn't know what to do with his money He saved it all for a rainy day But that rainy day never came He lived modestly and tightfisted Deprived himself from many pleasures But when the time drew near for him to die He realised that all good things he had denied himself Were to become someone else's pleasures and treasures Too late it had dawned on him that he had existed for a short time But that he had forgotten how to live for a long time
Guys like us don't get breaks with our unshaven faces and manky hair and eyeliner. Our work-torn jeans colorful tattoos and pierced lips a warning, Aposematism in human form. Guys like us don't get breaks We claw and drag our way not to the top, but to the surface. Ain't got no daddy's money. Ain't got no daddy, or wish we didn't cause he comes home talking 'bout how he didn't raise no ******. (He didn't raise nobody). Guys like us don't get breaks. Nothing but mildewy rooms McDonalds for dinner washed down with cheap ***** Another Thank you for applying but... Rent due the 24th. alone at night again. Guys like us don't get breaks.
This was inspired by a friend of mine in a way. Being young, queer, and poor *****