text: Yo, peep this, let me break it down for you real quick,
  We talkin' 'bout Henry David Thoreau, he was slick.
  From 1817 to 1862, a man of his time,
  But his sexual drive, some say, was hard to find.
  
  They called him reluctant, not too keen on the ladies,
  But if you dig deeper, you'll find something shady.
  A close study of his life, his writings, his rhymes,
  Reveals a homoerotic vein, it's worth the time.
  
  No concrete evidence of him gettin' with the dudes,
  But that homoeroticism, it still exudes.
  It helps to understand his life, his thoughts, his plight,
  And maybe his love for nature, it shines so bright.
  
  Perhaps his intense love, it was a diversion,
  Sublimation of his desires, a hidden excursion.
  So next time you read Thoreau, remember this twist,
  Homoeroticism, in his life it persists.