Come on, straight boy, and make gay love with me.
One day of loving will not make you queer,
if queer is what you will not bend to be.
Loving men is but a change of gears.
Why settle for a girl, an undulating
waterbed, and stress leaks pinched too late?
Why with an oven she loves regulating,
you stick your tray of cookies in, and wait?
Men love themselves when they love other men.
Loving themselves, they know well how to give
each other head, maneuver two or ten
round the bend of straightforward relief.
What have you got to lose? Leap, acrobat!
You can still fall back on pussy-cat.