Yippie-Ki-Yay

I’m partying heavy with my buddy, Clay

He starts telling people his pronoun is, “They”

This may be transphobic since that’s what they say

But I asked my buddy, “Dude, what are you, gay”

The party theme’s Western with oversized caps

Us cowboys in denim, with some wearing chaps

The cowgirls are gussied up, corsets and straps

A regular hoedown, obnoxious perhaps

So, standing there baffled, I pulled Clay aside

I’m asking my buddy, “Which horse do you ride

I thought you liked women, but clearly you lied”

He said, “I’ve come out and I’ll no longer hide”

The next sound you heard you just couldn’t ignore

The sound of my jaw after hitting the floor

I couldn’t believe that I missed it before

Now I’m quizzing my buddy a little bit more

“Would you rather have Beth or her Asian friend, Lem

Since “They” are the jewels if you’re seeking a gem

Or those dudes in the dining room, some of “Them” femme

So which is it Clay, is it “They,” is it “Them”

He said, “l’ll be honest in which way I sway

So pay close attention and try not to stray

If asking my choice for that “roll in the hay”

I may lose a friend, but it’s “Them” everyday

How strange in our friendships, the secrets we miss

I’m shocked since I felt we were closer than this

Did neither one notice that something’s amiss

What’s taken for granted, the ultimate “diss”

The timing was right so I knew what to do

I said to my buddy while handing him ‘chew’

“We’ve misread the room, I’ve been ‘saddled up’ too

So giddy up cowboy, I’m riding with you”