OUR ISSUES WERE NOT THEIR ISSUES
Why do I have to apologize for not liking same sex marriage?
It is ugly.
It gives me the creeps.
I get the cooties.
I don’t mean it personal but you know I am sensitive to realities
Rather than ideologies.
You know, I am a creature of this world not the fictional world
Of made up genders.
I mean, if you like same sex marriage what do I care.
But you can’t seem to stand that I think it is a perversion,
A dodge from reality like a grammar school boy
Ducking a dodge ball and still getting hit.
Do you really think that the Founding Fathers discussed the merits
Of confused little boys going to the girl’s room?
Or the outhouse?
They would have flipped their wigs and taken away the boy’s dresses.
Or they probably wouldn’t have known what you were talking about.
It would have been extra-terrestrial.
Out of bounds.
Our issues were not their issues and you can’t kick the foot of the present
Into the behind of history
If a woman dressed as a man comes into the Men’s Room
Forgive me for throwing up.
Forgive me for having a real reaction to an illness
Rather than an ideological accommodation to fit in with the crowd.
Forgive me for being a gloriously politically incorrect human being.
If my clear sighted humanity part rejects sexual confusion that does not mean
That I am a fascist
But that I see the trees as trees and the birds on them
As the sky filled with kites in autumn.
I don’t mean to hurt LGBT’s feelings but if I don’t hang onto reality
The world will fall apart into little pairs of crotchless underwear
And people won’t know whether to sit down
Or stand up for what is real.
They will get flushed down the toilet
Of wrongly dressed whimsy.
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