No More Mister Nice Gay Guy Poem by Ramona Thompson

Rewrite of Alice Cooper's classic, No More Mister Nice Guy

I have tried so hard
For way too long to be a sweet, sweet thing
Now their prejudice has went too far
Made a devil out of me
Sick to death of gettin' doors slammed in my face by little old ladies
Everybody around so stuck up and too blind to see
I got no friends anymore 'cause they've read those tabloid papers
They're afraid to hang around 'cause they think they might catch something from me
Always shooting me down
Gets me feelin' real mean

No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
No more Mister Squeaky Clean
No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
Not when all they ever do is call me sick
Call me obscene

I got no friends anymore 'cause they've read those tabloid papers
They're afraid to hang around 'cause they think they might catch something from me

No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
No more Mister Squeaky Clean
No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
Not when all they ever do is call me sick
Call me obscene

My dog turned homophobe on me today
My cat hissed and spit in my eye
My mom accused me of being nothin' but another pervert
In a jerk off circle
My dad came over and threatened to brand my hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
That homophobe ex of mine, Reverend Smith
He recognized me and punched me in the nose

No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
No more Mister Squeaky Clean
No more Mister Nice Gay Guy
Not when all they ever do is call me sick
Call me obscene

2009 Ramona Thompson