part three, written on the ninth of april, two-thousand sixteen.
(i am fully supportive of the lgbtq+ community, this poem is more in society's point of view)
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( a l t e r n a t e t i t l e , ' s i c k ' )
don't come as you are
because you aren't
good enough
suck it up, kid
because life is tough
your life should end
with a wife and
three kids
forget about that guy,
a phase is all it is
or maybe it's not,
maybe it's for real
if that's so,
don't worry and
don't fret
we have a cure
and you'll be set
a little medication,
that's all
and you'll be pure
rid of the disease,
that's for sure
because your love
is not real,
you're doing it all wrong
a man must love a woman,
it's been like that
for so long
remember that rule
for as long as you live
even when it feels
like you've nothing
left to give
because it doesn't matter
if you're miserable
for the rest of your life
as long as you
come home to a woman
every night
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yeah? again, i am fully supportive of the lgbtq+ community, these words are not my thoughts, they are my version of society's.
