chip on your shoulder

you’ve got that permanent chip on your shoulder,

and while I should find it funny, I find it pathetic.

you decided that no matter what, you have a nasty grudge.

and you blame whoever seems the weakest.

you play duck duck goose

until you’re out of family to play along.

and ah yes, enlighten me,

how being gay is a choice.

you know what’s more of a choice? the way you

got your vices.

did you know the price you’d pay?

your disdain is so strong you had to tattoo it on.