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