A little bit of rhyming.

Mister Lover

Take your rubber

Off and let me see you cover me with what you got.

When I was a child

I was so wild

That I could never smoke my pot.

What is good in me's

So hard to see

That I cannot show.

But you got to feel

It like you feel

Your lover when he comes to pour.

When I had a gun

I used to run

Around the block until I'd shoot,

And Bobby Brown's gone down

But i'm around

Until I'm found and get the boot

By those whose rounded

Figures are now grounded

And surrounded

By the filth they

Worship just to feel allowed,

But till that day

My swing don't sway,

I'm straight and gay

And happy feeling proud.

Homophobic people sleeping

With each other's

Mothers;

And taboo-haters weeping

When they find their lickers

Going

Through their daughter's knickers;

While Freud is laughing

Rolling on the floor

Until the door's

Not shut no more.