Poke

So you thought I was gay

No smoke without fire

I guess they would say

You gave me incense

For that fire

I put the sacrificial beasts

On the funereal pyre

The animals of my dreams

Up in smoke

Im not above

Giving myself a poke

But Id rather take one from you

Than from a randy bloke

I know which sex I prefer

To my right hand

And its history

I

You

Refer

Povey 2014