The Word

This is a poem about That Bad word.

I think that I shall never hear
A word that comes along with beer

And though my mom would cup my ears
I always find the word so clear

The word will echo in my mind
If she exists I never find

I’d like to meet her just one day
And ask why ev’ryone would say

I hope that I will never hear
That word that leads me to my peer

My only peer where I can hear
The word that made me drink one beer

They ordered me that I should say
Or else they will all call me gay


I know by then I would escape
Rather be called an ugly ape

My life was changed by that bad word
But soon to find my only Lord.