The Town of Queer

The world spins round, voices echo and call,
Sitting alone all day long, watching yourself fall.
Never-ending questions, no answers do they hold,
And you think yourself as crazy, so as the stories told.

4 years now have passed us by, since deciding day,
Problems all revolving round the disgusting word of gay.
Hurt and anger in its path with no antidote that is known,
Dragging through life everyday with depression that has grown.

A world of sex and drugs and hurt holds the world of queer,
Enticement and bewilderment substitute our fears.
Promiscuous antics and meaningless lust replace our angel state,
But not for long, and not for sure, as we all get caught by fate.

The world of poof, the world of gay a circle of regret,
The heart and soul want to change but your mind cannot forget.
Viewed as quite a negative, a mortgage with a wife,
But a law of the mind and soul is known that forbids you in queer life.

A simple change, a change so slight, to sleep with change of sex,
But the mind won’t allow it, won’t change its view, it’s its heart and soul it wrecks.
From a homo house to a queer car is the destiny for some,
But to have a fulfilled life, I feel, is to hold your newborn son.

Legal, I know, but what life is held for the son of two lone queers?
Ridiculed throughout his life, with bloodshed in my tears.
Stereotypes and prejudices in queer town are rife,
It’s hard to understand and see the torture in queer life.

A life of beauty, a life of care is needed by this poof,
But living in the scene of gay the reality is tough.
The world of queer sucks you in, in a vortex filled with fear,
Damned to live a tortured life, as a shallow queer…