Pantywaist, This shows no taste. Light in the loafers, Maybe for gofers. Squats to pee, Who? Not me! Limp-wristed, It’s twisted, maybe. Sissy and sissified, Maybe somebody lied. Fag and faggot, You’re a bigot. Bigass Fruit, Zoot and all root. Tuttifruity, Call to gay duty. Half a man, Sometimes better than. Tinkerbell, Go to hell.
Born hate-free, I was taught, Caught up in a time when crimes Against millions of people was fine And the social genocide of bigotry Was excused for me and practiced hourly Then daily and yearly and nobody said no, Oh no, don’t go there! Where was decency When everybody could use names Like flames to
There is a major shortage Especially in southern latitudes That creates an insufficiency Of any proportionate gratitude. They don’t realize down there That the 1970s gay rights fuss Let issues of personal freedom Come in from the back of the bus. These noisy not-very-Christians Should be standing up to cheer Instead of pissing and moaning
Once I loved my country Was filled up with pride That was before my country Suddenly fell over and died. It didn’t die spontaneously, My country was assassinated. Murdered by people who Lied, cheated and hated. The accomplices were folks Who stayed home and blamed And insisted that both parties Were essentially the same. Those
I remember so much But how much of it was true. I remember being much bigger And the house I lived in was too. I remember how deep the voices Of the adults living around me. I recall them as basso profundo, Not high, nasal and twangy. I remember people said things Like “God
You people who say “There aren’t any gays In my race or church!” You’re so wrong, I say. You’re so wrong It will be hard to get back To right, you know, Where you went off track. You people who say There are no gays In our holy country You’re wrong too, I say.
How do you sleep at night With so much hate? You can still fix yourself. It’s not too late. Wake up and love people For who they are. First you must love yourself. That heals the scars. Hate generates much more hate. It’s a vicious circle you’re in. Someone upsets you too much And
Where are those killing fields? They are wherever we see The Master Race ignoring Peace, love and equality. If you’re not white And your state is red, Don’t be surprised If you end up dead. As maybe some one Will beat on your head And demand to know What goes on in your bed.
I am older You are younger You are brown And I am white. I eat well while Your folks hunger. You work hard So that isn’t right. You are religious, I am surely not. This almost the only Difference we’ve got. You eat veggies And I eat meat. You can kiss your Lover in the
The land of the free The huddled masses Salute the flag and Raise your glasses. Just going along fine; You never had a hunch And then America gives A sneaky sucker punch. With malice toward none The land of equality Everyone the same Just like you and me, Unless he is black Or some other