Revised sonnet #235
I cry a lot Im not your kind of queer
I never fathom what you snidely say
Your bitchiness expressed in snort and jeer
I read your mind at best its borders gray
Our cosy flat a joy you cuss okay
At better looking bums you like to pause
I copycat your macho half the way
You suffer skin thin lesser peoples flaws
Your mental undermining overawes
You raise to drop you root to rile you rate to hate
You clue in clique of queers to common cause
I hum and ha I half arse emulate
Youll soon tire since Ive proven deadly dim
The bot I buy I help you diddle him
Chorus dim faint vague
