Status:

Stasis,

Boar taint.

47,000 burnt down acres,

bodies being degraded,

Fear of America's hatred.

I'm queer but I don't feel like I'm here.

Faggots somehow cope without pushing the envelope, content

to gently put the lotion on the hose,

until they kick the little basket.

I need hard-core porn to keep me out the casket,

When you were young you shone like a son,

when you choose this life out the closet you're on your own,

I need ATR, fuck a sapphic with an acoustic guitar,

I need noise, I need a dark brown voice, I need hell razed,

I need a molotov cocktail

for a future assigned female.

No bitches messing with their pitch,

Cause castration always comes before representation, while our collective story dies of starvation.

What good did a rainbow flag and gay boys in drag ever do a trans fag?