They call me the yaoi king,
You don't deserve my ding a ling,
Oh ya like that burn I hope it stings,
I won't buy you a wedding ring,
Cause I'm the uke that ain't my thing,
If you've got pride let me hear you sing,
Don't say it's not okay,
Just cause we say that we're gay,
You'll except it one of these days,
To haters we give rage,
To lovers we give sage (alcohol)
Tis the new age
A shitty ass poem by:
Me and my brother Matt