Straighten me out. Straight like iron
bent. Curve, create hate in the ones that look upon
me. Not straight. Who are you?
What are you going to do
when you get straight?
Are you in such a hurry? You can’t wait
anymore?
You, straight. You toe the line.
What happens inside your straight white mind
in your straight white life.
Brown life.
Black life.
Tan life.
Red life.
Blue life.
Twenty to life.
In your straight life. What do you do?
When it’s bright white light in your eyes.
And they hold you, for holding back,
whatever it is you don’t know. Because your straight
white life doesn’t protect you.
Wrong place. wrong time.
And you remember it’s not me. “I’m straight.”
You. And-
And I toe the Line too. Straight white lines.
Inhalate, suffocate, insufflate straight
white lines. Red lines, white lines.
And I am one man, invisible, indivisible,
one nation under the red white and blue.
Red, white and blue blinding me.
Red and white and red and white and red, white
And blue in a field of stars.
And the only straight lines in my field
Are bars.
There was a guy I was fucking in rehab, and after about a month there he made the decision that he was going to "straighten" out, and work the program and that he also only fooled around with guys when he was on drugs so that was going to also come to a halt. I wasn't especially pleased at him getting straight.