Fuck Euphemism

I walked into The Eagle and someone called me cis

I said I'm not a cis, I'm a sissy, should I call you Mister or Miss?

I said I'm actually a transvest, but before I got to 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 cunt

She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front

A very pricey pussy paid for by the government

Then I said fuck euphemism, cis butt fuck my cis clit

Your hypocritical political correctness ain't legit

I mean it, fuck euphemism, I say what I wanna say

I love that LBGTQ will never include K

'Cause they say that unlike cis queers kinksters make a choice

They're wrong, but yes, we choose which gag to take away our voice

I identify as a grain of saltpeter panarchist

Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat slut Dharmasochist

So I said fuck 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 'cause I'm a word Smith and Wesson

'Cause I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson