On Bisexuality
Sometimes I really gotta think
The SJWs gotta got it right
They rioting over the world’s dieting
And trannies are the cool folks now
It’s uncanny how your eyes open on Tumblr dashboards
Allies who will let you in without a passport
They’ll stamp on mine say it’s all fine even though I’m bi
With others I had to try and explain why
Liking girls and liking boys is like
Liking pearls and liking toys
They’re not in the same category.
When I told my dad I’m queer
He wanted it clear I still liked boys
His mind’s ridden with grandchildren
And I can’t argue cause like my mom
He doesn’t understand that if I’m married
That feeling for girls isn’t buried
I’m not attending any pending funerals
Of my love for boys or girls
The white noise or the pretty curls
Will not die because of you may kiss the bride.
Maybe it’s easier to say that I’m gay
Girls are my poison, snakes are unnecessary
And girlfriends are not just girls who are friends
Like the old ladies say without end
Yes, it would be easier
Cheesier and breezier, sure
So when I tell my friend that I’m gay
He’ll say it’s a bigger deal than bisexual
Cause all intellectuals know the perpetual
Love for the same sex is a sexier complex.
So yeah, if you ever ask,
Being bi is hard, standing on that line is hard
I’m showing all my cards, it’s basic, not avant-garde
And whether I choose a king or a queen
I’m not changing my scene it’s just my preference at the time
Because that girl has nicer hair and beautiful lips
The boy’s aspects aren’t eclipsed just not chosen
Just like you rate a girl a dime or an eighth
And smoke it all the same
This is how I play my game.