MS MISS OR MR

Well there's one question you can count on,
When it comes to asking it they never fail.
The crime of not having the right answer ready,
Gets one flower powered trip to gender bender jail.
It's the tidbit they want more than your name.
Without this corner the puzzle's not complete.
But if you're the third in an either or option,
Never mind all, they don't even want a piece.

Are you Ms. Miss or Mr.?
That's what they ask you when you apply for a job.
Are you Ms. Miss or Mr.?
That's what they wonder when you're the see that they saw.
Are you Ms. Miss or Mr.?
You can always answer with just a yes or a no.
Are you Ms. Miss or Mr.?
To me that's noone's business but your own!

Well they want you to check just one box.
According to them there's no in between.
They'll reject the colour of thread you've added,
If you're life's split right down the x y seams.
You try to skirt them reading your tell tales,
When you need to visit a public salle de bain,
But they'll stop you at the door of sex's divide,
"Hey aren't you one of those there - what do you call thems!"

And when you want to open up a bank account,
Or get your driver's license renewed,
Its like being the heroine in a hero's movie,
With lines like " What's between your legs?" on a loop.
(Backeground: What are you?)

And when you cross the border to a foreign land,
They reach out and grab the passport from your hand,
Say "I've never seen anything like you here",
"If you want in from this out, leave me with no doubt."
(Background: Don't you lie!)

Are you Ms. Miss or Mr.?
To me that's noone's business but your own!

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