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Serial Monogamists
Gabriel Duncan

Take a look at your schedule;
take a look at the time
Decide if we'll meet,
on your terms or mine

That's fine, I don't mind
San Francisco sounds good
After all, it's the place
With that friendly neighborhood

We can grace the streets
And find a place to meet
If you're still down
We can jump in between the sheets

Now I've never made it a habit
To sleep with the people I work with
But, whatever happens, happens
And if it happens again, it's worth it

Well some people say charisma
But I'm-a call it luck
It's got nothing to do with the way that I fuck

And if you think we've got it easy, being made this way
That all us gay guys can just screw it away
I think you're gonna have to remake your mind
I need to redefine it, man, us dudes are harder to find

We're the minority, well, that's painfully obvious
They got seniority, so that doesn't leave us with much
Let's join the sorority, they won't find us there
They'll totally accept us, and the groping means they care

Back to Greenwich Village , in 1969
The setting isn't pretty, and it's far from asinine
We were mistreated, beaten and slain
By police all over the nation, removed from civilization as a stain

It was illegal to be a homo, and marriage was just delusional
We weren't even considered constitutional, just clinically insane
But it all changed, and that's why there's gay pride
We got fed up, and took it to the swine
While they tried to raid us
We threw our bottles all night
For several days, we rage raged it
Our communities fight for rights

Well saving the world is hard let me tell you that
When Uncle Sam fucks me, I try my best to fuck him back
And when my friend tells me, he has a friend that swings like that
He doesn't even have to ask me, he just tells me where he's at

So we met up that night, and we hit if off
We sit around at his place, and poked the smot
I'm hoping this isn't another one of those one nights
These days steady fuck buddies are in high demand

Or everyone is taken
Faking love to fend against
You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend, dude
You need to make a mends

He said I can't be lonely, please don't take offense
Plus I really like you
Com'on dude, don't pretend

He said he was just looking for something real
Our friend got nervous as he copped a feel
I'll give that boy some credit he could work with steel
But he didn't make the final edit
He said he loved me, and the night was killed

So word to you all y'all serial monogamists
You should stop hiding and try to face the loneliness
Existence is a bitch, but you just gotta persist
True love is out there, but not with everyone you get with

Fuck it's a miracle that we're still in touch with our history
That we're not just running around trying to be like Britney
Or buying all we can to emulate Queer as Folk, too
Oh shit, we have been, what's an outspoken faggot to do

Should I comment or abstain
Vomit or just complain
The way you buy those products make me wish I didn't have a brain

So I've been writing poetry, like, almost all my life
I started with Mrs. Dickinson, and tried to write my trite
Rhyming every other last word, never seemed to work so well
But with every new rhyme I heard, my vocabulary grew and swelled
I found out words were weapons, when I first learned how to yell
And now that I've got a lot of words, I feel like raising hell

I don't think I can trust someone, who's too afraid to say it

I don't think I can trust someone, who can't say they're a faggot

Because, I know when my card gets pulled, this faggot has had it
And when this faggot hits the ground, you might as well just bag it

That's why I think I'll maintain, this sustained complaint
Pride isn't pride anymore, it's a lie you can buy
For a toothpick and a quarter, it's just another way to advertise
And keep us from the mortars, while we slowly subdivide

Now I'm off on a tangent, going down to the center
Brushing of last night's abortifacient, in hopes of finding something better
Don't look now, but was intercepted by some dirty old men
Watching me tick across their scene like I'm on ESPN

One of them walks up like, "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Fine, I guess", I say, "How do you know me"

He said I had read for him a few weeks ago last night
He told me he really liked my use of words, I said alright
He asked me if I'd like to sit with him and some friends
Held up a drink ticket, and stereo-typically, I gave in

He touched my knee asked me what letter grade I'd assign myself
I told him U, for underage, man; keep your hands to yourself
But not every rich white man is a sugar daddy in the making
A lot of times you need to watch yourself
Be careful whose hand it is you're shaking

I fled to the bathroom pretty quick
Taking half my martini in a little sip
That where I saw him standing there looking in the mirror
Holding back his long brown hair back to pop a zit
And I thought, this is it man, that's the one
This is it, I'm done