I always hated that queer.
Why he even mentioned me in that poem was not clear.
But I figure I shall tell my story now.
A story that makes me question "how?"
I started as an angel, sweet as can be.
Dancing around for all to see.
But then one day, I lost my halo liike crown.
And fell to earth, all the way down.
When an angel falls now, they grow their wings.
When an angel falls now, every priest sings.
We are given a job to do.
My job was given to, two
The ones who create romance, since it can be cute.
But this job is less than acute.
I have to share this job with that queer.
The furry one, whom some fear.
I only hate him, because he annoys me.
Don't get me wrong, i'm ok with pansexuality.
But when you're a one man army, you call your fleet.
You really don't need to live on Maple Street.
