The past is cum Like Black and white
For those who like and for those who lie
White, White, white and white
You wouldn’t know which one is gay
You don’t choose but are chosen to be homo
For the colors and their burden of large testicles
You must do as you are told and suck
The colors don’t guide but instead control your mouth
Those who fight, lash out or cry will have to do more
Aren’t helped but are forced to comply with the penis
The colors hold secrets of rainbow gays
And truths untold of queer fantasies
Never to be told to the ones who hold penises