Password protected

This poem is password protected

It isn’t for you to see

And it is a little bit about you but a little bit about me

I’m not uncomfortable with being vulnerable

It’s just a bitch to spell

I keep forgetting the L

Like, am I the venerable son of an eloquent thespian

Or the vulnerable son of a feminist lesbian

Can’t we be both?

The most common regret of the dying is not living a life true to yourself

But what if you’re a dick?

And being one is not exclusive to having one

But I can’t seriously say bitch

Living life in a bechdel test

Maleness is a spectre at best

But I still managed to live a love life

Of lies, violence and regret

Not to mention drunk

Expressed only through text

And an instance of excess sex

This is the only excess I’ll ever mention

I’ve done funny for so long serious is another dimension

So I won’t talk about drinking till I’m sick

I’ll sing the saga of alcohol man

And his porcelain sidekick

Because serious is fucking boring

So strap up Shirley

Where we’re going there won’t be no snoring

With a voice clear to carry cross the ocean

I say

U

N

B

O

U

N

D

And set myself free

At least the side that you can see