(Content warnings for literally everything)
Wassup nerd —
I don't need no content warning
you fucking dweeb.
You think you're so fucking cool
So fucking intelligent
So fucking smart
So fucking full of yourself, huh,
future Merlionsman of the Republic of Singapore —
why don't you come over here and fuck me up, you faggot?
Why don't you come over here and say what you wanna say
Say what I want you to say.
Say this:
Say I'm in love with you.
Say I want you.
Say that I need you.
Say you're sorry, you piece of shit,
sorry that you looked at me like that,
sorry that you made me touch you like that —
And don't FUCKING touch me —
sorry that I'm not sorry for fucking you over.
Say it.
Say it loud and clear.
I want you to know what you are:
A fucking stain.
An emptiness.
A vessel for me and the boys,
the lads,
the mates,
the scrum.
A container for all of us
and our friends,
the ones we inherited from our fathers,
and their fathers,
and their fathers,
and their fathers
and their fathers
and their fathers
and their fathers
and their —
FUCK man don't you fucking touch me
— any farther and I'll have to
grind you down into the fucking earth
where you belong.
The scrum of the Earth.
You like that one, buddy, brah, old pal?
I thought of it myself
when I was thinking of you
crushed under me
in my mind
screaming
howling
wanting more.
I know you gays are all the same.
I know what you like.
I know how much you love the pain.
I know how far your father had to go.
Mine was the same.
Mine told me I deserved to have it all thrashed the fuck out of me.
Mine told me I wouldn't be a man
until I learned to put on a fucking shirt over it all
and stop acting like I wanted the whole world to acknowledge
who I really was.
A nerd.
A dweeb.
Still a little boy, Merlionsman.
You know, we all have to grow up sometime.
Put your shirt back on.
I didn't rip it off.
Put your heart back on.
I didn't rip it apart.
Put your mind back together.
I didn't rip you apart.
Because it's a bond.
It's a brotherhood.
It's an Official Secrets Act.
It's you and me, my man.
Yeah.
I'm glad we see eye to I.