In defense of the tragic fag

If I can’t reproduce with
held
years
And when I came
Back to perspective
Empty the trashcans on Tuesdays and Fridays
Watch sci-fi On lazy Sunday mornings
with no kids
Am I just a memory?
of you
think you are
Still going
what y
our father preaches
Is that it?
Or am I just family you didn’t adopt
Didn’t Sign
the papers,
we were
just was fucking
We just fucking/
What about the years?
Waiting for the passage to end
the greedy bottom always needing a bigger dick
fist
and I am not doing it no more


How is it you
Pay for breakfast but I can’t
Inherit your condo
Is this the war of love or is it
That I’m just that
towel
you deposed your lust
then quickly clean
I don’t want to be clean

In defense of the tragic fag
Who stayed when they said he was pretty
To figure out he wasn’t pretty
They always pretty
They are always pornography
Why I can’t be the whore
Who stayed in the game long enough?
To be respected
In the defense of the tragic
Waist 30, face like the motivation
Before the release
Died from
What’s ever current?
Did you solve the riddle?
In the defense of the tragic fag who keeps thinking
Of
Boys like me
When I never wanted to be
A boy like me
What happens when you figure I am a man?
Or you decide I’m just another tragic
Fag
Or is this poem about you