Oh, Dear Female Homo
A Poem by TTBoy
Oh, Dear Female Homo
wherefore art thou
dancing for the giggolo?
Is it enough that you
twist and bend
for someone you only
call a friend?
What is it that you
hope to get
from a pig like that
that often throws a fit?
There can’t be any money
or love to keep you going back
By the look of her horrible shoes
who’s middle name is “Lack?”
Oh, Dear Female Homo
can you be any more a schlomo?
Why, you’re not even promiscuous
Which may explain why everyone’s
so suspicious
Riding in cars instead of buses
As a little girl, you often scoffed
as trusses
But that is exactly what you need
to save you from all the greed
The sweet smell of Chanel
envies many
While dollar store l’eau de parfum
charms plenty
Don’t throw away
that which most couldn’t pay
Keep your back against
the wall
Stand straight and eye against the fall
You can still have petticoats,
lace and chiffon
Just be more careful who you
let put it on
No one in life is owed
anything
Unless of course
it’s you who want to hear
the fat lady sing
Privilege is a blessing
That much is worth confessing
Be damned to be proud
when running with the wrong crowd
Come back to your senses
not thoroughly sheltered by
picket fences
It means alot when you’re fully grown
but you don’t have to be on your own
Oh, Dear Female Child
outside the love and
running wild
We want the best for you
This much is true
We pray every night
for you to be alright
© 2010 TTBoy
