Challenger

I like offensive toys

and boys who like boys,

and driving too fast on the highway.

I'd been warned about the girls I like,

detailed like dangers of six cylinder bikes,

but life's meant to be lived my way.

It's about love and pleasure,

undying passion and conviction.

Anyone challenging our right to be

is tragically flawed in acts and diction.

This world's blueprints are shades of grey,

my love brings color to the aging of ways.

So tell me I'm fierce or call me faggot,

I'll blow you kisses for recognizing style.

You can't change me with your hate

and your chagrin makes me smile.

There's more to this life than mindless tradition

and I don't need your pious permission.