I Enjoy Being Wrong
It’s incredibly bizarre and
I can’t explain it but
Right after I wrote all those
Fag-hating poems–
My voice dropped a bit, and my
Chest hair peeps through
The top of my shirt–
Suddenly
Gay men are
All over the place, helping me out
Welcoming me, complimenting me
On various little nonsense things–
WTF man I swear to god–
When ya’ll thought I was just
Some fat lesbian
You were so rude, mean, and small…!!!!
Now, I’m either some sort of
New pornhub category, or maybe
It isn’t even that depressing–
Maybe they just like the sound of a man
Who is comfortable in his own skin,
Who loves testosterone as much as him!
I dunno, but often–
I enjoy being wrong
About many things.