FROM THE QUEER DAYS
When I was a kid none of my friends liked queers.
Faggots wasn’t even a curse word in those days.
It had more depth than frolicking gays.
It had attitude.
Then it became a perverted version of the N-word.
No one liked them in the early sixties.
They scared us.
We didn’t understand how they arrived here from Mars.
The honest ones weren’t sure either.
Now gays are heroes changing the rote of societal priorities.
Maybe sympathy for AIDS made them popular.
At first AIDS made gays potential breeders of contagion.
People were afraid to shake their hands,
I don’t believe in gay pride.
I like gay shame.
I have no shame about being ashamed of my life.
I have hated myself for surprise predilections
And regard self-hatred as an act of courage.
What the heck?
Never met a gay I didn’t like.
They’re nice guys
But it’s what they do that sickens me.
They should put it back in the closet.
They undermine their acceptance
By waving their life styles in the wind.
Their pride turns us against their deviate
I am not homophobic.
What’s to be afraid?
I am curious about their weird attraction
To other men.
The real gays understand.
It’s the liberals who hate me.
They lie to themselves and pretend that
They are not turned off by gay sex.
But they’re all talk.
You don’t see them tongue kissing other men.
They don’t have a clue.
They confuse ideology with desire
And inspire nothing.
It’s a matter of DNA and survival of the fittest.
Our bodies rebel against two men kissing.
If you can enjoy gays kissing then you are already gay.
If only the gays would separate their unnatural
Intentions from their friendly personalities.
To defend gay sex is to lie about your bodily intentions.
To make a big deal about the word “fag” is to distract
Bodily objectives to irrelevant language.