All that glitters is gay
But not always gold as they say
Just like the golden smile on my face
Is cheap cotton hidden by lace

All the glitters is gold
And can easily be sold
Bent is everybody
With a glitter covered body

All that glitters is gay
Together in bed they lay
After years of latent repression
There is no more restriction

All that glitters is gold
But can turn into mould
With time the gleam disappears
Replaced by derisive tears

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