Always A Fruitcake To Me

by Jolanta C. Biniek

DISCLAIMER:
This Purple Marauder poem contains language that night be misconstrued as being homophobic or mean-spirited. It is neither, being written with the intent to amuse.

Well his g-string is purple
and his legs they are hairy.
he's against fornication
and dresses like a fairy.
he runs over the rooftops
just waiting to strike,
with a sharp, pointy sword
that's long and needle-like

(Chorus)
he's the Purple Marauder
(a questionable "he")
'cuz he dresses like a woman,
but he's always a fruitcake to me

he was probably unhinged
by a diabolical lover,
now he refuses to shave off
what his fishnet's don't cover,
and insists that heterosexual
reasoning is defective,
while *he* is the one
keeping things in perspective.

(Chorus)
he's the Purple Marauder
(a questionable "he")
'cuz he dresses like a woman,
but he's always a fruitcake to me

the sound of his high-heels
on the alley-way cobbles
are a sign that your girl & you
are in for some trouble.
he strikes fear in the lustful
throughout Amrahly'nn.
is he a gay superhero
or a perverted villain?

(Chorus)
he's the Purple Marauder
(a questionable "he")
'cuz he dresses like a woman,
but he's always a fruitcake to me

his philosophy's simple
it's Woman he detests.
he has vowed to discredit
all the flesh that sports breasts.
he's a quick-witted fighter,
agile and strong,
with a big purple cape
and an angora thong.

(Chorus)
he's the Purple Marauder
(a questionable "he")
'cuz he dresses like a woman,
but he's always a fruitcake to me

yes, he's the Purple Marauder
but he's always a fruitcake to me...