Sir Plus

 

as a child there was always twenty three
kids all desperately wanting to play soccer
I only ever got picked to be a goal post
even Tommy who had polio got a game

How could I forget the school dances and
dance lessons where the girls got to pick
I was always the one left behind to sulk
and had to dance with the smelly teacher

I remember theatre days when auditions
were unfair I always wanted to play the
leading man - The hot romantic interest
I just got tired turning and trying out

they say one out of five men are gay
if I am in a group of five men; I know
I am not gay as far as I am aware but
the other four are positive It must be

I remember the life I had so dreamed of
and how it turned to ashes and dust
cheated on, sat on, shat on, spat on
gossip turned me into a figure of hate

despite trying to be a good man
a good husband, a good father
all my good efforts dashed by Lies
trying to be somebody I became nobody

Nobody of any real regard or standing
somebody to be shunned and ignored
somebody to be hidden or forgotten
all for trying to be good and honest

at age 57 I was finally touched by real love
almost just too late, the first in 57 years
felt like rescue at last: the question however
will I fuck it up and yet again become
Surplus to requirements