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