(An attempt to put into words a comical and anecdotal happening from my high school days.)

I did what?

How can you accuse me of this,
For I know not of what falls from your lips..

Oh dear girl, I knew you better than most,
Probably loved your more than all,
Granted, in my heart you are just a ghost,
But it was not I who set you up for this fall...

Take a look in the mirror,
You who calls herself a Christian!
Can you not see without error,
Those masculine features, a feminine abomination!

But after all those years, I showed you love,
You slap me in the face with this ragged leather glove?

I know my best friend, you wanted as your beau,
Trust me, he didn't me or anyone else to tell him

That you were gay!

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