Fagalicious

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Written years ago, tongue-in-cheek
114 words
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Your mother and your father know you're a fag.
You can't hide in the closet, and that's a drag.
So, Pookie, tell me. What are you gonna do?
Who'd you think you were fooling? Everyone knew.
The burden's off your back. No one is surprised.
We also knew you were never circumcised.
You would have loved it because that's how you are.
You told a fag to drive you--where and how far.
You said, "If you love me then why don't you drop your pants?
"I know you love me. I know you'd like to dance."
You've been seen jerking off to a "Playgirl" mag.
You love seeing men nude because you're a fag.

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