“TRAPPED INSIDE A CLOSET!” a poem, dedicated to my cousin! April 6, 2018 Friday. sung to the tune of FOLSOM PRISON BLUES!
I see The Gays a-coming; they’re comin’ out for me,
But I-am just-so-filled-with blatant hetero-sex-ua-lity;
I AM a sexy magnet, and maybe-I-should-say: “Bi, Bi!”*
O-oo-oo -but-when I try the “Binary-system,”
Then I SEE YOUR THIGH! 🙂
When I was just a young (pick one) boy, stud, trick, kid – let’s go with STUD 🙂 ,
My MAMA told me: “ Son! Stay inside that closet – until – the settin’ sun –
So, I didn’t-come-out-o-the-closet,
UNTIL HALF PAST NINE!
and NOW I THINK THE BLOODY CLOSET –
IS SO-O-O-O DIVINE!
So, I’m-stuck-inside this closet,
It’s purty tight right now,
And in this sexy closet,
I THINK THERE ARE SOME COW,
I CAN SMELL – SWEET – MILK,
(More, more – please, more – more MUSICAL INTERLUDE!)
Like-I-say-IT’S MIGHTY DARK,
But-I-get-my- ( n o s e ) stroked lots,
And every now and then I must admit –
I GET “THE HOTS,”
‘Cause I Am a sexy magnet!
IT SIMPLY M U S T BE TRUE!
I’LL BLOW MY BLUES FOR YOU! 🙂
* – Sexuality, that is – country livin’ – movie stars -Y’all come! Hear?
** – like a DOVE!!