I put the Ass in Asphyxiation

You shoved your aspiring boyhood
down my throat. It did
n't make you a man.

I tried to call for help, but
I couldn't find the breath
to make the right noise.

I couldn't make a sound you didn't find sexy.
Every cry of desperation
only made you harder.

You didn't need to remember
to fantacize about a girl. My
Feminine cries were what you really wanted.

In a horrible moment of relief,
I can taste your insecurity,
your nightly tears, and daily dip.

I can't tell if it was roar of triumph
and pleasure, or a howl of
rage and self hate.

You'll go into the next room
and brag to the boys about how
you broke that fag.
Yet you didn't have the balls to put it in my ass.