Why Do Gay Boy's Do It Better Than Straight Girls Poem by James McLain

Being confused by the lack of straight talk,
compassion lacking or absent any lingering empathy.
Such are one's feeling's, certain people can't
feel when standing out side being burned by the sun.
If in one's wrong hand
is a high powered rifle and no one's looking
what would you do?
Which choice would you make, what would you choose?

Knowing they know that no one will hear you?
He couldn't raise his weary head, tounge tied and twisted
she could tell a good story.
Half could not see what the other half said.
Since she couldn't explain how to feel it, he walked away, trying
to explain what someone else never said.
Neither could explain what the other one felt.
Being hidden from veiw, would you like to know more?