I walked into the eagle and someone called me cis I said I'm not cis I'm a sissy should I call you mister or miss (I said) I'm actually a transvest but before I got too tite The place erupted into my first gender pronoun bar fight They said I was a Ross Cross dress for less wannabe queer I said my gender isn't fluid, but that's how I like my beer They thought I was just posing or on a publicity stunt Until I did a line off Scarlett's hundred thousand dollar c*nt She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front A very pricey pussy paid for by the government! Then I said fu*k you euphemism Cis bu*t fu*k my cis clit Your hypocritical Political correctness Ain't legit I mean it fu*k you euphemism I say what I wanna say I love that LGBTQ will never include K Cuz they say that unlike cis queers kinksters make a choice They're wrong but yes we choose which gag to take away our voice Now I identify as a grain of salt Peter panarchist Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat s*ut dharmasochist So, I said fu*k euphemism your words are neophyte I'm a single not a plural person so call me per for the night You're wrong if you hate me just cuz I'm a word Smith and Wesson Cuz I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson