I walked into the Eagle and someone called me cis
I said, "I'm not a cis, I'm a sissy
Should I call you mister or miss?"
I said, "I'm actually a transvest"
But before I got too tight
The place erupted into my first gender pronoun bar fight

They said I was a ross crossdress for less wannabe queer
I said, "my gender isn't fluid, but that's how I like my beer"
They thought I was just posing or on a publicity stunt
Until I did a line off Scarlett's hundred thousand dollar cunt
She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front
A very pricey pussy paid for by the government

Then I said, "fuck euphemism"
Cis butt-fuck my cis clit
You're hypocritical political correctness ain't legit
I mean it, fuck euphemism
I say what I wanna say
I love that LGBTQ will never include K

'Cause they say that unlike cis queers, kinksters make a choice
They're wrong, but yes, we choose which gag to take away our voice
I identify as a grain of salt Peter Panarchist
Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat slut dharmasochist

So I said, "fuck euphemism"
Your words are neophyte
I'm a single not a plural person
So call me per for the night
You're wrong if you hate me
Just 'cause I'm word-Smith and Wesson
'Cause I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett