BOYS' NIGHT OUT by KURT

BOYS NIGHT OUT

The weekend's here, it's been a long wait

Now you begin the life you've learned to hate.

The shirt you wear must be your best Unbuttoned enough to show the hair on your chest.

The pants you want are hanging on a hook

You cannot be seen without the Jordache look.

Reeking with cologne, you check out your face

Then you make sure every hair is in place.

When final inspection has finally been passed

You say a little prayer and hope it will last.

You spot the cologne, wondering if you need more

Then grab your poppers as you rush out the door.

In the car you make one more quick check

And notice an old sucker bite still

on your neck.

Now comes the time to enter

the place

It must be done with no expression

on your face.

All eyes are on you,

it's perfectly clear

As you look for your friends,

who are not yet here.

Look at those men, with their

chests big and hairy

After all this time, it's still kind of scary.

To think all they want is a trick for the night-

They choose Mr. Gorgeous,

when they could have Mr. Right.

Heading quickly for the bar, you must get a drink

This isn't the place"

to stand around and think.

Your friends have arrived, you're feeling less tense

They're in high spirits, it's easy to sense.

The trips to the bar will stop who knows when

Now you all get up and dance to, "It's Raining Men."

Suddenly you're handed a bottle of "Rush"

And in no time at all your head feels like mush.

Now you're relaxed and finally at ease

And the guy dancing next to you. starts to tease.

You get much closer, he looks. nineteen

And all of a sudden he starts getting obscene.

You turn away, and as you often do

Say as loud as you can, "I'll drop a house on you!"

Now it's "Last Call," and you head for the bar

Hoping that this one will go pretty far.

You're feeling no pain, and neither are your friends

But you do feel the "looseness" that alcohol sends.

Right now you don't care if it is a meat rack

You just want to get a man flat on his back.

But soon you will find that no one wants you

So now there's only one thing left to do.

You get in your car and head for the baths

On your way there you have

a few laughs.

Because you know there will be others there as desperate as you

And you're bound to find

a trick or two.

Next thing you know you're

in a small room

As far as you know, it could be your tomb.

And the man you are with surely will care

But you look in his soul and find nothing there.

Your mission completed, you finally go home.

It's seven a.m. and all night

you have roamed.

And you say to yourself, "What have I done?"

Knowing inside that the game is never won.

You drift off to sleep in

a sorry state

And all morning you dream of

a horrible fate.

You wake up at two, your head's in a vice

And inside your soul feels

as cold as ice.

"Was it all worth it?" you hear yourself say

Maybe it's just part of the

curse of being Gay.

We're living a life we

do not choose

And we kill the pain with a

thing called, "booze".

Loneliness is a thing

everyone fears

Especially when they're getting up in years.

But the bars make the loneiness

ever so real

And no one really learns

how to feel.

We're too damn busy

being our superficial selves

When we flee to the bars,

we leave our souls on the shelves.

So don't blame our fate on our straight sisters and brothers. Instead of thinking of ourselves we should art thinking of others.

For we know down inside we're all in the same boat

And if we don't hold on with our hearts, it never will float.

What I hope you will see, is that our own fate we make

And things will get better once we are all finally awake.

Instead of hiding in the dark, we must reach for the light.

And find that our world can be a beautiful sight.

Kurt

1983

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