Comme Ils Disent

I live alone, just with my mom
In a very old apartment
Sarasate Street
I have, to keep me company
A tortoise, two canaries
And a female cat

To leave mom in tranquility
Very often, I go to the market
And do the cooking
I tidy up, I wash, I wipe
Occasionally, I also stitch
With a (sewing) machine

I am not afraid of work
I'm a bit of a decorator
A bit of a stylist
But my real job happens at night
I ply my trade dressed up in drag
I am an artist

I perform my speciality
That climaxes in full nudity
After a strip tease
And in the room I see that
The guys can't believe their eyes
I am a homo, as they call me

Around three in the morning
We go eat with friends
Of all genders
In some old fashioned cafe-bar
And there we have a great time
Devoid of inhibitions

We reveal untold truths
About people we can't stand
We lambaste them
But we do it with humor
Wrapped up in limericks and puns
Drenched in acid

We come across retarded wits
Who, to impress their party
Mince, strut and sashay
Aping what they think is us
They cover themselves, poor fools
In ridicule

They gesticulate and speak loudly
They play the divas, the tenors
Of stupidity
But all the jokes, and the teasing
Leave me cold because it's true
I'm a homo, as they call me

At the dawn of a new day
I return to my sorry fate
Of solitude
I remove my slap and my wig
Like some forlorn unhappy clown, tired
Of lassitude

I go to bed but I don't sleep
I think of my joyless loves
So derisory
Of that boy, handsome as a God
Who, doing nothing, set aflame
My very memory

My lips will never dare
Reveal to him my sweet secret
My tender drama
Because the object of all my torments
Spends the greater part of his time
In ladies' beds

No one has the right, in truth
To blame me, to judge me
And I specificate
That it's Nature itself
That is solely responsible if
I'm a homo, as they call me