ROUGH TRADE

This pretty boy is kept, and sells his body To pay the rent-for rings, a car, free toddy, His is a rough trade, adding new scars To twisted feelings from rejected childhood, Wherein no constant image earned his love, And where no step-relations understood. Free rent, free rings, free liquor—

Poor substitutes, eheu, for mother's paps! He needs a girl so bad to prove his manhood, The IDEAL GIRL, if he could only rape her Once a night, he'd prove his point perhaps. Opulent Aunties breed such inner guilt

He picks the scapegoat queen and cracks his skull, To fortify his feeling of himself as He;

A drink, a gun, and other manly gear Prove then in public he is no damn queer. Our sissy boy grows anti-social, tough, Hooligan aggression leads to jail and bail, Until the Analyst at last will call his bluff. He merely wanted money, but that was not enough; Eros escaped him. Love is not for sale.

Brother Grundy

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