Queer Angst... a poem

Who do you think you are?
Standing there with your bass guitar
You think you’re news now?
Wait till they here who you plow.
You may have thought you won,
But you see I’m not done
It is my prerogative, for provocative,   Revelations in remediation
Can’t abolish me
See The truth is free
Just try to deny, I’m fly, you lie.
Like they don’t know
You’re a homo!   

-A.R.Mc.