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THEY CALL ME MR. FREE (2004)THE MUFFIN SONG (NO ONE'S EVER BEEN IN LOVE WITH ME) no one's ever been in love with me no one's ever sent bouquets of flowers counted the hours to be in my company no one's ever been in love with me no one's ever cared and been sincere no one's ever kissed and called me muffin had sweet nothings whispered in my ear no one's ever cared and been sincere I'm falling for you and I feel when I look deep in your eyes the feeling isn't mutual no one's ever been in love with me no one's left me to return to me bawling come back crawling on their hands and knees no one's ever been in love with me no one's ever given up their heart no one's ever wanted to be near me or didn't disappear before it even starts no one's ever given up their heart I'm falling for you and I feel when I look deep in your eyes the wandering is typical no one's ever been in love with me no one's ever come to find their heart's been ripped apart from my infidelities no one's ever made me their obsession their worldly possessions everything to me no one's ever up and left their lover significant other lost their religion joined the opposition commit hari-kari told the military been ready and willing to jump off a building go on a killing spree just for me ANOTHER DAY OF THE CRUELTY excuse me can I have your attention please hey kids tired of gettin' beaten up every day after school oops I meant before school in the hall at lunch and after school they wait for you after classes to smash your glasses into eighteen pieces rub your face in dog feces spit food in your face in the cafeteria fill your milk with ammonia so you choke and the whole crowd goes into hysteria in the hall they whistle at you throw kisses at you proposition you push you into the bathroom and piss on you in the classroom they leave thumbtacks on your chair on the seat trip you then drag you down the stairs by your feet hang you upside down on the fence over by the soccer field drag you naked from a speeding automobile and all because you're queer that's right queer you heard the magic word has every adult trembling in fear they assure you you're not a pervert and you can be cured or if that doesn't work they prefer to keep it all blurred they say you must be questioning or confused while they keep pestering that it's gotta be something you choose and the pressure keeps festering 'til you can't stand it they lit a fuse and they desperately find someone anyone to accuse like it's an abnormality or happened accidentally like you can't think intellectually have the mentality to understand sexuality have the tenacity or capacity to think independently well here's my advice take it literally just run away to the Harvey Milk school and you'll never have to take another day of the cruelty the thugs and the fools and the cowards and the rules just leave this place and you'll never see their face again and if you're gonna stay then sue every last on of them ok so you go talk to the principal you know the invisible man the one that's only doin' his job says you're the problem the buffoon the slob with the spitoon and corncob for a brain while the mob outside waits to bottle your remains make a cabob of your cranium you tell him you've documented every time that you were bashed he looks at the papers takes the folder throws it in the trash he says it's time for you to go and why did you come here? but sir I can't leave now they'll throw me in the garbage dumpster he says he's sick of hearing you rag and if you didn't act like a fag well then you wouldn't get beat up so much you say "I'm touched and thank you very much I'm sure if I'm surrounded you'll be there in the clutch but I don't know if you noticed but the crowds getting restless below do you mind if I exit through your window? I'll take the fire escape down run for cover before they discover me and start chasing I can make it to the bus and hide behind the wheel casing" so they catch you one day pin you to the wall beat you within an inch of your life carve the word faggot into your stomach with a pocket knife you go to the counselor and show him the gashes his solution is to put you in special-ed classes you go to the police and tell them everything that's been happening you lift up your shirt show 'em the scars they start laughing they won't make an arrest 'cause it's too much paperwork you say thanks a lot I feel much safer jerks so you finally find a teacher who's willing to assist you 'til the kids boycott the class say he must be a sissy too and they transfer you from school to school and all the administrators can talk about is community values that's right sue the teachers the principal the administrators the police the school district sue the assistant to the assistant to the assistant to the dean sue them all make them pay SLEEP I love a man with a lead face with a chalk heart with eyes of plaster and veins pumping ether tongue of sulfur a groin of thorns any warmth any comfort any tiny specs of joy I have to steal I am a man with a foam chin caraway limbs a spine of marshmallow stars dayglo navel velcro nipples a quicksand heart it's a curse it's a weakness it's a private promise I forgot to keep and I am not allowed to cry and I am not to hint the slightest glint of longing in my eyes I love a man with cellophane skin lungs of pollen a sand and cyanide mouth lips of plankton lava urine and barbed wire palms and with all the iniquities I can't let go and so I watch him sleep WHEN QUEERS BECOME ROCK STARS when queers become rock stars they turn straight they spit in our face and we take it their agents and managers say what they can and they can't do they tell them their candor will hinder their chances they'll lose all their fans so they stand back and rake in the cash 'til they get caught in a bathroom or they forget to mention 'til a deathbed confession or last will and testament's exhumed or they claim to be straight pick a mate procreate with in vitro-fertilization for all of their children or they come out with fanfare to make a stand but it's a show their career's at a standstill and sales are low they aren't getting airplay on radio they can't understand why it's going slow they sing at the Grammys with homophobes when queers become rock stars they turn celibate they spit in our face and we swallow it or they start out pretending to get press attention they keep us all guessing it's a trend that they capitalize on they're happy to lie just to keep the eyes on them 'til it's time to run from the wild side shun all their eyeliner trade in the guys for the fame it's all part of the game they go through ch-ch-ch-changes and marry a supermodel start wearing suits there's no question of truth because they think that were stupid once again we've been screwed when queers become rock stars they get amnesia they spit in our face and we eat it up they write in third person intersperse all the verses with all these vague references not a word of their sexual preferences they keep it all genderless so no one's offended not ever it severed or right from the gate make it blatantly straight throw in some hate speech for good measure so the CD's released what a treat the elite get to meet the press complete with deceitfulness they greet the reporters with their ready-made answers they pose as the cameras click in clothes that reference the sixties and a sound like the Pixies they use every trick to restrict every pertinent question when you start to test them they get all defensive they dodge and they hedge they fudge and they cringe they nix it say they're sick of the quizzing say it's none of your business why do you make 'em suffer but you know it's a cover 'cause their agent's their lover they say it's their right to be left alone well if you want privacy stay at home when queers become rock stars they turn religious they spit in our face and we lick it up hey you in the closet you're on top and you got what you wanted you signed your conscience away with the contract and honesty's a commodity you bargain with well you started out just like those gay kids who live for you didn't you you think it's ok but ambivalence isn't a given that you can excuse you betrayed them by spitting on truth and it's fitting your fame is a privilege you abuse but soon they'll see through you they'll get to you you will not be forgiven your music will rot in the used bins forgotten a has-been boycotted and cashed in a no one abandoned 'cause we don't get fooled again NEVER AGAIN AND AGAIN kings chiefs monarchs presidents greedy for gold oil diamonds dominance call upon God Mars Allah Hachiman lie to the people deceive them with a cause to believe in so troops tribesman warriors Marine cadets raise up their spears swords rifles bayonets go to their wives partners maidens newlyweds say goodbye and to appease promise never to leave them ever again never again and again ships tanks chariots hovercraft with signals from scouts radar pigeon telegraph shoot off their bombs arrows missiles mustard gas battlefields screaming in terror confusion and horror 'til knights bowman soldiers of lost brigades are found dead in pits foxholes bunkers shallow graves come home in urns coffins boxes body bags left for the loved ones to lay to rest grieving betrayed crying never again and again scribes white flags newspapers internet announces the peace truce cease-fire settlement the winner brings spoils jewels cattle ornaments home and declares it a victory negotiates treaties while vets pilots horsemen generals are honored with wreaths pins statues memorials all the while press poets artists historians argue the sins and the merits and come to declare no war ever again never again and again GOSPEL SINGERS lyrics by Scott Free and Steve Jay gospel singers come down the preacher hates you the congregation hates you he calls you fornicator he says you're against nature he says how does it look to see two sets of hard legs in the bed together or nothin' but lips and fingers pumping away he says your tank has sugar he calls you booty busters he says your sick perverted soul will burn in hell he says if they oppose gay marriage he would ride with the KKK come down from that stage every Sunday morn he's at the pulpit every Sunday night he's in the back of the bookstore in a booth on his knees ready to pray JOHN LOVED PAUL (Beatles Tribute Song) the Beatles never broke up Ringo never walked out Paul never started his solo album they never let the cameras in for 'Let It Be' Phil Spector never got a call and Alan Klein was never born and George never let Hell's Angels and homeless people set up camp in the Apple Records offices and John loved Paul but he didn't know how to express it had so many issues with his own family and in 1974 they released the album of their career and it had 'Maybe I'm Amazed', 'Imagine', 'Photograph', 'If Not For You', 'Band On The Run' and 'Give Peace a Chance' and 'It Don't Come Easy', 'Uncle Albert', 'Give Me Love', '#9 Dream', 'Jet', 'Mind Games', 'Helen Wheels' and 'My Sweet Lord' sold fifty eight million copies spent thirty seven weeks at number one on Billboard and they went on another retreat but this time they converted to Shinto Buddhism together all the Beatles bought a huge estate in Liverpool Linda and Yoko started Animals for Peace Brian led the fight for gay rights John and Paul made a vow to never write another song apart again and they decided to go back on tour their very first concert was in Bangladesh they raised so much money that they ended starvation and music changed the world A BIG PILE they closed the bathhouse and left me homeless what's a lamplighter to do on unemployment his tattoos were poignant manly yes but I like it too all my fish have died but I leave them floating in the tank for old times' sake and when you die everything you've ever lost will be in a big pile at heaven's gate this alpha male was feeling beta so proud of my low self-esteem I thought the sex was magic it was done with mirrors gay by technicality love at first sight well it happens to me all the time but they don't see the light my sister saw a psychic who said "your brother writes depressing songs" she said "you're right!" I was on a one man crusade to save love at all costs I was up for the Lifetime Achievement Award but I lost I used to relish my hugging fetish I'd say I'll be your crossing guard I met a soldier who screwed me over his dick was bigger than his heart RONALD REAGAN'S FUNERAL Nineteen homosexuals dead from AIDS and Ronald Reagan says nothing one hundred fifty gay men pass away and Mr. Reagan says nothing five hundred Americans are in their graves and President Reagan says nothing we honor the dead Press Secretary Larry Speaks thinks a gay plague is funny scientist after scientist goes to the administration begs for funding Surgeon General C. Everett Koop is never granted a meeting we honor the dead Bob Hope makes an AIDS joke he mocks the late Rock it shocks the Mitterrands they're taken back by this sick gaffe the Reagans laugh we honor the dead one thousand people take their last breath and Ronald Reagan says nothing ten thousand people are just rotting flesh and Mr. Reagan says nothing forty thousand people die horrible deaths and President Reagan says nothing we honor the dead FAIR TRADE I was fast asleep in my bed that night when the cops broke in I went without a fight they said they were taking me down to the station to ask me a few questions but then we sped off in the opposite direction they stopped the car in front of an old deserted shed they dragged me inside and one of them said "boy, you're dead" I saw a rope hung from the ceiling from the rafters I had no idea what the hell they were after they pulled the rope through the handcuffs behind my back as my feet left the ground I heard my shoulders crack it all fell silent and they said "goodbye nigger" they stuck a gun deep in my mouth and pulled the trigger the gun clicked and they all fell over laughing they cut the cord wrapped it around my neck I blacked out didn't know what was happening when I awoke they had driven me to the station that was only the beginning of my interrogation inside they said they had proof I was the perpetrator when I denied it they handcuffed me to the radiator they all held me down and each of them took turns and soon my whole body was covered with burns attached my hands and feet to some hooks on the wall pulled out a black box and attached the clips to my balls they said "there's only two options you know what to choose" I started screaming as they turned on the juice hell yeah I confessed and you would too if they held a plastic bag 'round your head 'til you turn blue kick you as they hold your head under water beat you 'til you look like a dog that's been slaughtered I held my ground for over seventeen hours but by the end I was nothing but a coward I signed the papers that put me on death row I never thought this could happen in Chicago an innocent man has to fry so the public can get back to their lives the public defender can clear off his desk the police won't have to work to make the real arrest the prosecuting attorney becomes a leader in the community the jury can all go back to their families the press is happy to fuel the charade America thinks that that's a fair trade my case wasn't supposed to be a death penalty but that all changed when we got a new State's Attorney my PD said I was somewhere in his pile I never met him 'til the day of the trial my PD had brought the files on the wrong prisoner why do you think they call 'em 'penitentiary deliverers' he was drunk the night before and got into an altercation he fell asleep during the cross examination it was obvious the judge was in a hurry they made sure it was an all-white jury three officers verified I wasn't coerced to confess I don't have the money for a DNA test the evidence to clear me's in the prosecutor's office the real killer was their chief witness primed him with details so it wouldn't be too hard then handed him a get-out-of-jail-free card an innocent man will get the chair so the TV can proclaim they've cleared the air the family can get a fake sense of closure the State's Attorney can now run for Mayor the judge can take a long vacation with his graft the real killer can have a good laugh the ultimate price must be paid America thinks that that's a fair trade when I'm standing my arms touch all sides of the cell for fifteen years I've been living in this hell I'm in for appeal but I didn't do the crime it's taken so long I've already done the time all day long you sweat from the heat brothers scream all night you can't get any sleep plumbing never works a cup of water is a privilege all the time the cells are flooded from the sewage put you in lockdown for twenty three hours a day but when a cop is dead then someone has to pay the guards all have their fun make you crawl on your knees in my cell it gets to be a hundred degrees the toilets are all backed up and there's no ventilation but that's nothin' compared to the mosquito infestation I breathe in and out at night to fight the hunger maybe it would be better if I was six feet under DISCO DIVAS disco divas sing at Pridefest to remind us we're second class citizens disco divas sing at Pridefest to remind us that straight is better music should stay in the closet it shouldn't be honest or it will lose all its friends they'll say my music betrayed me was all a charade see its love was only pretend music should stay in the closet it makes us nervous to have it out in the light it will become so demanding so in your face flaunting next it will want equal rights BATTLE HYMN OF THE INTOLERANT this great nation has shown Herself in all Her glory up on high flies the truths and tenets of this land built Her fortress upon the wisdom of the mighty we must fight for the principles for which She stands gays shouldn't be allowed to marry ladies shouldn't be allowed to vote and negroes shouldn't be allowed to be free they shouldn't be in fields of battle our stars and stripes will wave forever we the people will triumph with God on our side hail to victory the treasonous shall soon surrender sing Her praises and shout Her solemn pledge with pride Arabs should be deported Indians get off our land Mexicans should be strikebreakers Japanese should live in camps Jews should be refused asylum handicapped should stay at home the poor should fight and die in all our wars immigrants should go home PISS ON ME piss on me your thick narcotic mass your sweat-drained diesel roar piss on me drink in the stench of your abrasive burning core piss on me why did you have to steal from someone who loved you why didn't you steal from all the ones who used you spit on me your veins of calloused rage your jack-knife force explodes spit on me the heat of heavy throttled shrapnel in your throat spit on me he was my Savior-God my offering became the rock that killed him come in me your venom gravel seed your scalding methane volts come in me the stamen of your father's father's father's soul come in me summon me piss on me MOUTHFUL mouthful of dick what are you saying? i pledge allegiance to the flag…our father who art in…we hold these truths to be self-evident… THE EMPEROR'S NEW SONG if a CD's released independently into the woods and no one hears it did it exist? and you finally realize the music industry's all a façade built on brainwashing greed lies and ignorance isn't it bliss and the radio plays the emperor's new song the commoners sing along it pretends to have meaning it pretends to be everything to everyone it's lined with its luscious production it's veiled with disgust and contempt all sewn up in its three minute angst there's nothing to it you see right through it did we pour out our hearts writing all of our gut-wrenching love songs only to bury them in the backyard? and the critics are falling all over themselves spouting superlatives on and on endlessly out of fear of losing their job they sing la-la-la…. WHO DO I THANK? who do I thank for you? do I thank my lucky stars or the rabbit's foot that hangs upon my bracelet of charms the thousand coins in the fountains of Versailles or at the bottom of the well of St. Rune who do I thank for you? the dandelions or mistletoe the four-leaf clovers or the million Nam-myoho-renge-kyos the blown out birthday candles saved in the drawer year after year did someone hear my prayer did someone hear up there was it Lord Ganesha Aphrodite Buddha Yahweh Prajapati Gong De Tian Allah or Vishnu who do I thank for you? the sighting of the Northern Lights or the rusty genie bottle that I rubbed every night the bowls of fortune cookies stolen from the Three Happiness have I been blessed or charmed is it divine intervention or karma was it Aizen-Myou Shou-Lau Wachabe Astrild Osiris Erzulie Venus or Unkulunkulu who do I thank? I thank you (xtra tracks) DEAD GUYS I like the quiet kinda guy don't blink an eye when I try one of my new moves ooh right through no squealing stares at the ceiling the feeling's incredible I get 'em all keep 'em alphabetical use chemicals file their cuticals so beautiful I hang 'em on the wall I like a blonde I like a shaved head I like a 'fro I like 'em cold I like 'em straight dead my dead guys they're all mine I hold 'em up they stand in line my dead homies I'm never lonely when they hold me my one and onlys my dead boys I enjoy my toys they don't make no noise my dead g's they're here to please they never leave they don't breathe I get my kill on get my thrill on while they chill I'm on top I don't stop 'til I get my fill on I get the thugs off sweep the bugs off turn and cough I take the tags I off get the fags off they're my collection they're all perfection they keep erections of course its rigamortis don't need no jimmy when they gimme some I come don't need latex 'cause dead sex is safe sex and that's fun I pick up a blonde with a nice anaconda slip 'em a cyanide then its touch up of bronzer a little formaldehyde we take a ride gay boys are jealous when they see us together we fly by they just cuss they can see it's forever I prop up his hand to wave and he craves some affection I tie his hand to wheel and steal a kiss no objection there's a scalpel on the dashboard for quick surgery and there's Lysol on call in case of emergencies my dead boos they don't refuse which one to choose I can't loose 'til they start to ooze ZOMBIES werewolves are singular in purpose a reincarnation in one night we can't even tie our own shoes and we're tripping over nothing vampires are quintessential beings they savor their everlasting life we fight wars over semantics and we have to blame our parents they're dead but we're not living yet and zombies all seem to get along so well don't they? aliens travel through continuums sensory telepathic light we can't learn the metric system and we still have circumcision black white yellow red it doesn't matter when you're dead look at us THE LIVING DEAD (1999)NOT GOOD ENOUGH when we were young we knew we were different we didn't know how or why and as we grew up we found what was different was only our dreams and desires but we learned the names that they had for us (sissy and lezzie and pansy and queer) we prayed they would never discover us and as we waited silenty quietly we learned them how could we just believe what they said? couldn't we see our beauty instead? how could we get it into our heads that we were not good enough and what made them laugh made us turn away made us cower down made us burn inside made us run away and what made them laugh made us give up hope made us pull the trigger made us take the pills made us hang the rope REJECTION I'm goin' to the bathhouse with an extra-strength Viagra I'm puttin' on my finest towel and givin' my best smile and anybody who wants some can have some 'cause I'm so goddamn sick of rejection and I don't care if you're bowllegged balding and bucktoothed I don't care if you're clubfooted cross-eyed and deaf mute give me your tired your poor your huddles masses I hear the call your homeless wretched refuge tempest-tost I'll do them all I don't care if you have crows-feet wringworm and jock itch I don't care if you're hunchbacked pockmarked and small-dicked mr. pop bottle glasses come on down mr. 45% bodyfat mr. severe halitosis mr. crooked nose and overbite mr. seborreah psoriasis mr. huge mole on the left cheek mr. fungal infection mr. dermatitis ingrown hairs PRIDE I'm so proud I slept with a person who slept with a person who slept with a person who slept Greg Louganis/Rock Hudson/Magic Johnson/Easy-E it's almost like touching them it's almost like being them it's almost like being famous I slept with two friends and they slept with two friends and so on and so on and so on OUR SENSITIVITY this is why they kill us this is why they cut a slur into our backs drag us by the throat pistol-whip stuff us into the trunk of a car stab us with a pitchfork dump our bodies into the river bludgeon us with an axe handle burn us on a pyre of blazing tires our honesty our integrity our passion our desire for love our appreciation of beauty our kindness our gentleness our love of nature our artistry our sensitivity this is why they stone us hang us from a tree shoot us execution-style dismember us and stuff us into plastic bags beat us beyond recognition throw us though the window of a motel room tie us to a fence and leave us to die in the freezing cold WORTHY am I worth of him so much older and wiser and why when the moment comes to show him all my charm I can't think of anything to say I try so hard MEET YOU AT THE CHURCH I never made it to Manhattan and that's my life story I live the U.S. of A. where thought is controversial I'm so ashamed that I was once ashamed I destoyed my chance because I didn't think I had a chance now I play my trumpet in the subway and I love the way you can't dance and I don't have to meet you I'll meet you at the church my whole life is almost and just about in the morning I drag at night I collapse I'm what's called a nice person hardly an artist just an exhibitionist I count to ten before I speak and I always say 'please' and 'thank you' but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do I can't be everybody's lover though I'd like to will you marry me, Morrissey? THE LIVING DEAD we are the living dead we're not just here today we are the living dead get the fuck out of our way we will eat you we will kill you we will covet you we are will rip you we will mall you we will poison you stay out of our bookstores our truck stops our porno houses stay out of our tearooms our backrooms our railway stations this is our time we have come back again this is our time and this is our revenge this is our time we shall be released this is our time we will not rest in peace get off with your programs your therapy your interventions get off with your preaching your tirades your value judgements we will entice you engage you recruit you enrage you negate you consume you FIGHT ABOUT IT yeah I'm a faggot you wanna fight about it this faggot could beat your fuckin' ass LOST STOLEN BROKEN DESTROYED there's no sign of life anywhere and the world's entitled to their own opinion I thought I could fly see the world paint the town save the human race everthing I've ever had is lost stolen broken destroyed torn taken wherefore art though give it here close your eyes and don't you worry your pretty little head playing reindeer games a soldier boy in the dark promises to stay every love I ever had ruined wasted damaged tainted crushed squandered leveled killed raised wrecked ragaved battered beaten shattered severed slaughtered buried WE SERVE YOU we style your hair we wait your tables we take your temperature we design your interiors you hate us we serve you we write your plays we prepare your entrees we create your fashions we make your floral arrangements we mix your drinks we stage your matinees we design your wedding gowns for your pleasure comfort enjoyment we love you we hate ourselves LEATHER GHOSTS I walked into an empty disco the DJ played alone I stood there and I closed my eyes and there they were the leather men I watched them rush out to the dancefloor with full regalia on pounding their fists into the air as one everyone is dead now leather ghosts bearing Vaseline all the flaming sissy queens they have all ascended leather ghouls leather goblins all the tops and all the bottoms I wandered back to New York City the streets are empty now leather ghosts flying over the West Village their home they're home raining down with golden showers my people it was their affirmation their emancipation I hear them I see them I feel them GETTING OFF (1997)PROCREATE holes of glory dick of death hold it down me in a breath I was not meant to procreate and I couldn't hit the ball if my life depended on it and I know why we died for your sins we died for you GARBAGE MAN I have found the alpha and omega the supreme eternal I have found the time immortal, key to ancient mystery he's a garbage man and when he comes home I give him a bath I have seen the universal via veritas et vita I have known the ultimate the seven wonders of the world I have found the omnipresent joy the gradus ad parnassum I have found the seventh chakra inner truth and sanctity PLACEBO they're holding back the drugs they say were not qualified our skin is turning black they say don't play in the dirt we're wasting away they say drink a milkshake we're jumping off the roof they say here's a counselor they give us a placebo and they watch us die we're spitting up blood they say don't drink the water we’re slowly going blind, they say stay out of the sun we’re throwing up the chemo, they say don’t eat cheese we're coughing up pneumonia they say take your vitamins WE CHOSE THIS? perversion deviation sociopath abnormal disorder institutionalized hypnosis isolation electric shock testosterone castration hysterectomy forced by parents into change ministeries entrapped by the police and convicted as sex offenders fired or given dishonorable discharges hunted down leaving gay bars and beaten we chose this? detention deportation sodomy laws harrassment coercion teen suicide blackmail interrogation security risk eviction epithets police raids in Iran we choose how we are to be executed in Brazil we're beaten by vigilante groups in China we're re-educated with aversion therapy in the US the courts take our children away from us we chose this? WHEN I WAS ALIVE when I was alive I followed what I was feeling I pushed with my every being I clung to what I could find when I was alive I came to my own conclusions I loved with my own illusions I thought that I would survive I don't mind if I don't leave anything behind I don't mind when I was alive I fought for what I believed in I lived like I had a reason I never stood on the side when I was alive I hung with all kinda people I honored what was illegal I was always there for the ride NOTHING HAPPENED when I was born I was babtized I was cleansed I was circumsized I was taught always to believe yes I was saved then it happened to me oh God I needed God I needed I ran and I prayed and I prayed and I nothing happened I was charmed I was hypnotized I was fooled I was mesmerized I was scammed I was taken in but from now on I would save my own skin JUST DON'T TOUCH ME you can fuck me just don't touch me BAD DREAM there he is lying next to me his smooth dark skin it’s glistening the curve of his thigh the sweat on his forehead his shoulders glow I can hear him breathing you stupid shit he’s been dead for years put him in the ground watched him go down you fuck have you gone insane waw him lying there no it’s not fair wake up, damn it get a life what the hell is wrong he’s dead and gone you fool he’s not coming back you said goodbye you closed his eyes HE SEDUCED ME your Honor that innocent child slowly and methodically planned and plotted my demise I don’t deny the things he said I did yes I touched him and I made love to him but he seduced me he knew exactly where to lay his breath on me he seduced me he knew the way to pull me down and ruin me that is no child your Honor don’t be taken in by his sad eyes and mournful smile he’ll lead you down he’ll make you hurt and you believe him as he’s pouring out his heart but trust me it means nothing it’s a game a game like children play you better give me the chair They’re gonna kill me in there WALKER I bought a walker for my ex-lover I had to put his dick in a jar so he could piss up and down meant ‘yes’ left and right meant ‘no’ EVERY OTHER MAN every other man will do stealing what you can breaking every man in two polishing your brand on every other man every other man is free how much can you stand? crawling on your hands and knees it’s even better than every other man I know I scare you a little I’m told I don’t listen well I’m old ensnared and embittered I’ve learned to relish hell in my life I’ll be alone all alone in my soul I get it on with every other man AIDS DEMENTIA and if I spout some brilliant political philosophy just ignore me I've got AIDS dementia and if I speak of virtue honesty faith compassion hope understanding optimism tenderness humanity courtesy consideration sympathy affection peace valor love pity joy mercy faith charity and harmony just ignore me I've got AIDS dementia
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