I have been called homophobic,
It isnt at all the case,
Though I do get adrenaline rushes,
When someone gets right in my face.
Im willing to live and let live,
But thats not enough for some guys.
They dont understand my reaction,
And I want to open their eyes.
If you do what you want and say nothing,
Then you and I can be friends.
But your right to swing with your purses,
Ends where my nose begins.
Please leave me alone with my problems,
Dont rev up my engine of rage.
My temper is normally idle,
So dont let my clutch disengage.
If there is one thing about me,
HomOcidal is perhaps the right phrase.
Society says it dont trust me.
Thats why Im avoiding your gaze.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 11, 2004