There's That Girl
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

There's That Girl

There's that girl
Walking down the street
Perfect she is
She is so neat

I nervously walked
Towards her direction
Feeling so good
Without an erection.

But as I looked more closely
I could see a beard.
This girl was a guy,
My thoughts were not cleared.

So what do I do?
I ask her the question,
"Are you a guy?"
Relieve me from my tension

In a husky voice
She said she was a boy
I asked her name
The name was Troy.

So when discussing sexuality
Have an open mind.
Try to be honest
Concur and kind.

So what have I learnt?
From this day
I know one think for sure
I am explicitly gay.