Curve On


They say a straight line is normal and pure

But i'm full of curves and turns, and there is no cure

No love, just joy each and every day

in this closet locked away


I try to iron out these curves

Boys come up to me but i say swerve

I see all these couples, guys and gals

Being curved doesn't leave me many pals


I'm all alone in a croweded room 

They treat me like i'm a bad fume

I wish, i stare, the answer is clear

A straight line i'll be, the curve was never there


Straight lines area dime a dozen

I'm a curve not a poison

In this world i belong

The gay community stands strong

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