I Tried

I tried,

I tried to be your perfect boy,

Your flawless Ken doll,

I tried,

But it didn’t work for me,

Because, you don’t see the color that I do,

Feel the heat the way that I do,

And you don’t love like I do.

See, you were my Jim Jones,

And my spirit was your Jonestown,

You whispered sweet murderous sounds to my heart,

But my soul you couldn’t ensnare,

My soul, the revolutionary,

The body, a temple of sexual desire,

All are welcome, open for prayer 7 days a week,

A place for the sick, the demented,

The broken, the one-searching-for-the-next-one,

Yes, I was broken,

I was broken, your broke Ken,

I was broken, just a broke Ken.