Tranny, manly and not a woman. Whore, slut and many more. Too tall, too thin words get under your skin. Chill out, calm down, it’s just a joke. Wrap the rope around my neck and choke. Are you laughing now, is it still funny? You’re words aren’t sweet like honey. They are awful, hurtful and vile. Stupid, ugly and weird; your words, my soul, do they defile. So think once, think twice and again thrice. When you speak, say what you mean and be precise. Be kind, loving and uplifting. And soon you will see all manners of shifting. From attitudes to words.