Roses are red, white and pink
shades of cheek-warmth brimming.
“But, you can’t wear that-you homosexual,
Stick to the bluebells, you nail painter!”
Your lips are pillows, that might be rouge
Making it easier to beg for it;
Of course, you’re always begging for it, you homo.
Right from the bottom. Always begging.
Scientists make potions, faggots make foundations.
Painted colours of their filthy fun.
Internalised homophobia is my favourite colour.
Not your pansy-ass pinks. (That’s for my stereotyped girls.)
Bruises are blue, hickeys are red,
I bet your bum buddy abuses you in bed, huh?
You dirty little bitch.
Answer me. I can tell you’re into some kinky shit.
Mascara wands are black, so is the dark.
Clumpy pieces to suit your purse.
Masc-4-Mascs hate the dark; I think it’s far too dark,
Lack of grooming will light my way.
Bitchbois are pink. Us jocks are blue.
I’d rather be on the grass, field game is life,
You wouldn’t understand, you little queer.
See you in the alley with some coins, you fragile whore!
Roses are fragrant and so tantalising
Not as present on the girls in my class,
They’re not so sweet. Those sexy, sexy fag hags.
(But, why can’t they get me up?)
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