I’ll fuck thee freely, as gays strive for right.
My one joy is Hipster Melancholy.
I write to remember and to forget.
We’re backstage, telling him he’s got It. What is It? It is It! And he’s got It!
I’m not one to call for rebellion, but we should have a rebellion.
I could tell you of that magic kiss…
But you were there and you were half of it.
if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t really love me that much!
My sonnet is gonna knock your socks off.
I wish I could flip a switch to right wrongs- but the best I could do, it seems, is say I’m not listening to any more sad songs.
I smoke weed every day, I do!
I guess it isn’t your fault or mine…
Please, take me back to never worrying about anything but the horizon.