Must be one of those 'y' days,
those wonder why days,
those xxy days
those will my ass still be here in '25 days
because these days I'm navigating
through a hatescape, where papers
never-endingly assign blame the way
a tired nurse looked at me and assumed
I was the same as every other child she
hastily assigned male, so without fail
the Daily Mail will endlessly exhale a
gale of bile and vile insinuation.
And it gets, let me be frank, a little wearing.
And don't think I haven't noticed that you're staring.
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