I had hoped that you would
save me from myself
a pervert too awful to consider
for any kind of lasting love
and how l cried to you
on your Berkeley bed
under the influence of more MDA
than I care to recall,
and confessed the sins of days gone by
of dressing up in women's clothes
and fantasies of even worse
sobbed my shame to you
and threw myself upon your mercy
and you asked with hesitation
did I not want to do that anymore
and I told you no and so you said
I love you anyway
and I cried again, in gratitude
I love you Gretchen Anne,
make me complete
make me a normal man
and oh you tried, I know.

You were so glad to find me
a normal dude, or so you hoped,
to make you the woman
you needed a man to be
because a complete woman, of course,
has her man and I was it for you
so I placed my manhood
within your custody
by marrying you in spite
of grave reservations
'cause I wanted to be normal

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