Hes My Other

(Apologies for the asterisk overriding PC gone wrong) One sister, one brother, one who’s something other We haven’t worked out what he’s turned out to be Stilettos and braces and tattoos in places That shouldn’t be seen in polite company And if you try to tie him down he’ll say I’m simply me And nothing you can say will bring me down He stands up to piddle and aims for the middle Of toilets in the ladies W.C. A five o-clock shadow a voice like a laddo Mascara the colour of ripe aubergine He walks with a wiggle and talks with a giggle And works at a centre for the elderly Where everyone loves him and everyone trusts him As he tends to their needs so compassionately And if you try to tie him down he’ll say I’m simply me And nothing you can say will bring me down An evening out thwarted, why weren’t you aborted The thug said you ain’t what God meant you to be But he wasn’t done and he pulled out a gun The way that you live is offensive to me The man, with a snigg*r caressing his trigger Was alcohol slurred from a night on the town This trigger, I’ll pull it and you’ll get a bullet One bullet is what took my young ’other down And as he lay there on the ground he muttered this to me Don’t let others tie your spirit down There’s so many dying who lived their lives trying To be what society said they should be But I wasn’t trying, so I lie here dying Knowing that I lived my life being me So with his last breath he accepted his death I only hope that he made some people see But every man dies and then he closed his eyes A far bigger man than I ever shall be And someone tried to bring him down but now he’s simply free And nothing you can say will bring him down