Enlightened hetero attraction's a big
bag of guilt.
Can't stop loins or heart, which both
do what they will,
But I no longer ignore how the sausage
is made.
I cannot ignore that the sausage is
maid,
Ground down into pieces and pressed
into roles
Which are always restrictive and quite
often dull,
Which I know are not equal, which I
don't think are right,
But to which I'm attracted and I might
even like.
Truth is, I always find it easier, and
often find it best
To stay single, to stick to other kinds
of sausage fests.
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