My sexuality is the malady
Of which I’m oft to write
I don’t mean to say that I hate being gay
But come on, where the hell is Mr. Right?
If I were straight it wouldn’t always be great
I know they too don’t have easy
It’d be easier to not “want more” and just be a whore
But I refuse to be so sleazy
I’ll fight the good fight and wait for that special night
When I lay in the arms of love
If you’ve reached that day, be you straight or gay
Remember to thank your lucky stars above.