First post to this community
Apologies, Mother
I am generous with my flaws
Early in the morning I hate myself and share it with you
Over a cup of bitter coffee and stale cigarettes
I bitch about the way us fags and freaks are treated
I am a lemon in your apple grove
My pocked yellow skin, my sour disposition-
Don’t they know how quickly those apples turn to shit when cut?
Everyone knows you put lemon juice on apple
To keep it fresh and pretty
Are you fresh and pretty?
I thought so until I cut you deep
And saw the cracks ‘neath porcelain
And saw the blood turned sap
And your beauty, thin and tenuous,
Dry and thirsty, mewling-
You want bitter acid like what comes from my mouth
You want hard survival like what comes from my blood
You want me to pump you full of glamour
Pet your coif and cow-tow your generous ass
You want me to sing you harmless love songs
Bump and grind you with my neutered sex
Turn myself into a homo-like-you-all
Instead of a homosexual
I can make hatred from my ivory tower, too-
Without the backing of false, moral cowardice
Without the tight-lipped stink-eye from disapproving so-and-so’s
I can make a claim on God and pathologize the lot of you-
I can birth a river of sadness, AIDS privileged sorrow
That tastes of rainbows, red ribbons and organ failure
I can show you a magical kingdom
Packed with diseased, dead bodies
Holding each other like puzzle pieces
Heaped in bundles like their namesake faggots
Yeah, I’m bitter, thick-skinned and
Hard to take without a little bit of sugar
I’m acid, venom, Methuselah, drag queen
Medusa, NaNa, I don’t need the approval
Of the Dumb, Deaf and Rich
I don’t need your power of attorney
To come back from the dead
Because I’ve come back every time you’ve killed me
Spitting from the grave Greek curses
And silver laments So sorry, mother, really-
I’m not a sweet, innocent fag.
I am generous with my flaws
Early in the morning I hate myself and share it with you
Over a cup of bitter coffee and stale cigarettes
I bitch about the way us fags and freaks are treated
I am a lemon in your apple grove
My pocked yellow skin, my sour disposition-
Don’t they know how quickly those apples turn to shit when cut?
Everyone knows you put lemon juice on apple
To keep it fresh and pretty
Are you fresh and pretty?
I thought so until I cut you deep
And saw the cracks ‘neath porcelain
And saw the blood turned sap
And your beauty, thin and tenuous,
Dry and thirsty, mewling-
You want bitter acid like what comes from my mouth
You want hard survival like what comes from my blood
You want me to pump you full of glamour
Pet your coif and cow-tow your generous ass
You want me to sing you harmless love songs
Bump and grind you with my neutered sex
Turn myself into a homo-like-you-all
Instead of a homosexual
I can make hatred from my ivory tower, too-
Without the backing of false, moral cowardice
Without the tight-lipped stink-eye from disapproving so-and-so’s
I can make a claim on God and pathologize the lot of you-
I can birth a river of sadness, AIDS privileged sorrow
That tastes of rainbows, red ribbons and organ failure
I can show you a magical kingdom
Packed with diseased, dead bodies
Holding each other like puzzle pieces
Heaped in bundles like their namesake faggots
Yeah, I’m bitter, thick-skinned and
Hard to take without a little bit of sugar
I’m acid, venom, Methuselah, drag queen
Medusa, NaNa, I don’t need the approval
Of the Dumb, Deaf and Rich
I don’t need your power of attorney
To come back from the dead
Because I’ve come back every time you’ve killed me
Spitting from the grave Greek curses
And silver laments So sorry, mother, really-
I’m not a sweet, innocent fag.