Untitled

7 0 0
                                    

Stare at me,
I'm a freak on display.
Your booing and hissing,
my feast for the day.

Careful not to touch,
you'll catch what I've got.
I'm a sickness, babe,
'least that's what the holy men say.

My venom is toxic,
my words will entice you.
I've got the scales of a snake,
and I'm not going to change.

Let me paint you a picture,
and tell you a story.
I get called a freak,
and you don't even know me.

I'm foul,
I'm a sinner.
But I love man for man,
and that's just who I am.

PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now