I walked into the eagle and someone called me cis
I said I'm not cis I'm a sissy should I call you mister or miss
(I said) I'm actually a transvest but before I got too tite
The place erupted into my first gender pronoun bar fight
They said I was a Ross Cross dress for less wannabe queer
I said my gender isn't fluid, but that's how I like my beer
They thought I was just posing or on a publicity stunt
Until I did a line off Scarlett's hundred thousand dollar c*nt
She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front
A very pricey pussy paid for by the government!
Then I said fu*k you euphemism
Cis bu*t fu*k my cis clit
Your hypocritical
Political correctness
Ain't legit
I mean it fu*k you euphemism
I say what I wanna say
I love that LGBTQ will never include K
Cuz they say that unlike cis queers kinksters make a choice
They're wrong but yes we choose which gag to take away our voice
Now I identify as a grain of salt Peter panarchist
Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat s*ut dharmasochist
So, I said fu*k euphemism your words are neophyte
I'm a single not a plural person so call me per for the night
You're wrong if you hate me just cuz I'm a word Smith and Wesson
Cuz I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson