Gay boysA Poem by Baby Ricochet
I was on a picnic with Elvis Jesus in Trafalgar square
When a gay boy came along and cut my mangy hair Dressed me in designer geans and a fancy shirt Now all the girls I meet love me and want to flirt I was sitting in my crib farting and scratching myself When a gay boy came along and redesigned by stealth Now everyone who comes around is so impressed I pulled my s**t together and straightend out this mess All you silly homophobes aren't thinking straight Fashion, art and eligence, that's what gay boys make Imagine what the world would be like without them around We'd all be wearing dirty loin cloths from old s**t we found Straight boys couldn't create fashion to save our health Give me a pair of scissors and I'd probably kill myself Give them to a gay boy and fashion just the pops out Now your girl is beautiful that's what he's about Sweet tight dresses sexy shoes hot lingerie If you love that sort of thing thank the gay boy's right away They're the ones that designed it all for you Girls are feeling sexy straight guys stop and drool Listen to me homophobes I'm not busting your chops All of us owe those gay boys some serious props © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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29 Reviews Added on January 3, 2013 Last Updated on January 3, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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