You say like women, yet you rant all the time,
About how bad they are, so listen to my rhyme.
You talk about Chad every waking hour,
But about girls you demeanor turns sour.
You rant about women of every single type,
But concerning Chad, you're all about his hype.
You speak of Chad, how he's cool and slick,
But your words make me wonder, do you want his dick?
Of course! That's it! That's why you're so glum,
You're jealous of women; you want Chad's cum!
You rant about women that can't scratch your itch,
But the truth is you want to be Chad's bitch.
You want to have him, to make your bed rock,
All this time you dream of Chad's cock.
Maybe pretty yourself up with some lipstick and rouge,
Soon you'll be swimming in Chad's spooge.
Or change your outlook, don't be so heinous,
Just admit you want him to penetrate your anus.
So abandon your hate, what do you say?
Don't hide who you are, it's okay to be gay.