Every way, but forward

He walks like a woman. He dresses like a girl.
He speaks like a poof on speed.
No-one wants to talk to him.

He says screw you all
I don't care
I don't care
What you say.

Why do they look at me?
Is it because
I'm standing next to him?

Love is just too complicated.
I think it should
Be put where it belongs
IN HELL.