I’ve bought more panties, bras and pads

than any gay man should.

More comfy purses to fit my arms

than any straight man would.

 

To beauty parlors, nail salons

and pharmacies with you.

Been here and there and everywhere…

I’m not sure what I’ll do.

 

Our little walks and tearful talks

and stories of your life,

Have filled the days with laughs so thick,

can’t cut them with a knife.

 

I get us lost, you drive me mad

and tell me what to do

But we always end up back at home…

I’m not sure what I’ll do.

 

The butt of jokes and puns of posts

that make so many happy

That Q-Tip hair, the clothes you wear,

you always look so snappy.

 

So many pics that you have nixed

and some you never knew

You make life fun to be your son…

I’m not sure what I’ll do.

 

Clockwork calling days and nights

to see how your day went

You always ask reciprocally,

The way that mine was spent.

 

I can’t imagine how it will be

some day when yours are through

You’re woven deep in my days and weeks…

I’m not sure what I’ll do.

 

No clue what I will do.