sonnet 11.11.13.

My pals warned me that I was no faghag
That you were phonein phoney game on gay
Self hatred helped me past that trivial tag
You couldnt be that cunning cold as clay
You sought elusive love you couldnt bag
Mistakes framed portals wherein lessons lay
You did suggest that now I neednt nag
That I was less than perfect artful play
I loved your triumphantly raised monotone
The platitudes so plentiful you spoke
Im very much afraid of life alone
You need to be confirmed by lesser folk
I sense a blighted youth or broken home
Id roughly guess a curious chromosome
Chorus home dwelling residence