In a panic over homosexual panic. (The Guest Room).(Poem)

Can we talk here? Because I'd like to talk about homosexual panic *. I mean, what exactly is homosexual panic?

Is homosexual panic like when you're walking down the street and you realize you're going to be late for work and you just missed the Number 3 bus and there won't be another one for half an hour, and then you remember there's a bus strike on and there won't be another bus coming like, forever and so you have a mini-nervous breakdown, loud and dramatically right at the corner of Davie and Bute, with style and melodrama, like only a homosexual could?

Or is homosexual panic when you're at the dyke bar and you see a gorgeous girl across the room, but you're having a bad hair day, and things haven't been going well at work, and your self …