Jean's a Victorian lesbo
she only speaks in soprano
and if it's a man's man's world
then she's a real-life angel

Jim's a clandestine homo
he only sings bass solos
and at the church potlucks
he feels like a masked diablo

we sit and sip our cup tea
with crossed legs
pretend we're still naive
we've come here with no guarantee
that we'll leave
with new sympathy

let's abandon this farce
blind dates are ridiculous
we'd skip the best part
is it too late to be
a part
of humanity
are you like me?