He wore leather to his funeral

He saw it all

day after day

and watched them fall

with narry a word to say

 

He learned young

yet he was spry

with a pierced tongue

destruction was in his eye

 

Screams were joy

Pleas were shrill

to have a human as a toy

was such a thrill

 

With the head bowed

from pleasure of many things

pain just as loud

squeezing and pulling on n****e and c**k rings

 

Many came

And he welcomed them to bleed

No need for a name

for him to sow his seed

 

 

He was like a her

She was like a him

He liked fur

She liked to rim

 

They came back for more

Clandestine was it was

With every limb sore

he enjoyed the five o'clock fuzz

 

Time stood still

and insides were released

The cure was not in a pill

not even in elbow grease

 

It is tough to believe

even underneath it all

that someone else would grieve

with him up against the wall

 

All does not glitter

in places even rural

Never considered a quitter

He wore leather to his funeral

 

They would remember the joy

although he was gone

For every girl and boy

his memory lingers on