Sex
Song VI
Tossing his socks into his locker,
He catches his reflection in the door mirror:
His hair is black as tar and his eyes iceberg aura blue.
Beating back tears, he wonders if he’ll ever be himself,
but for now,
He can hardly tell his dick from his hockey stick.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he wonders if there are others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an all American-boi.
He gets on the subway;
His brown eyes shadowed with black and blue;
His head is filled with anger, his skin suffused with something
they call sin.
How could he not swallow another 5 mg of Valium
And tighten his tie, as the train beats the downtown track.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he wonders if there are others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an all American-boi.
Hardly feeling fecund,
He shakes the fickle from his sweat soaked curls.
Today, the clinic told him he’s Positive.
He tosses his head back during the beatdown,
Wondering who to blame for the gift.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he wonders if there are others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an all American-boi.
He steps onto the school bus,
Shaking the sleep from his wheat colored hair.
He wonders if today’s beat line will be as bad as yesterday’s.
Taking the safest seat he can find,
He closes his eyes and tries to forget last night’s razor
flirtation.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he wonders if there are others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an all American-boi.
He sips his black coffee and lights another Newport,
As he pulls onto the beltway beating his brain to remember,
If there was a condom between the Tequila and Tina—
The one thing he was not trying to forget.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he wonders if there are others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an all American-boi.
His eyes are darker than ever,
And his hair, like his body, is shockingly thin.
He no longer remembers his favorite Beat,
As he lies dying—another plank wrested for the American
Dream.
He's an American-boi,
Just an American-boi,
And he thinks about the others,
Trying to survive this American man’s world,
As an American.
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