A Moronic Sexual Counselor – Bill De Blasio



When a mayor governs to the left

He leads in one direction and runs off  the road

Into the bushes of failed psychopathic  ideology.

He is  unidirectional, monotone,

A failed hulk.

His principles are a broken odometer’s

Failed mileage.


De Blasio married two gays

And he is proud of this.

I guess his being married to a lesbian gives him a soft

Spot for oxymorons.

He is a sponge.

He sucks up liberal dirt from his drain.


I am homophobic.

I am a bigoted idiot.

Big deal,

At least I’m not a robber or a serial killer.

At least I am not debasing New YorkCity.

I’m another opinion that doesn’t matter.


I am the sharp light in a progressive’s

Failed sight.

I wake up in the morning

And I am glad that I love one woman

And that I am the also rising sun

Of the history of heterosexuality;


That I do not approve

Of a fabricated juncture,

That I do not belittle man by canoodling

With a man.

I am not one-sided.

I think that all men are disgusting.

I don’t know why  women get off on us.


I hate men

And I hate women who like them.

But I forgive women.

I don’t understand them

But can see the magnets in the underwear

Of the opposite sexes.


Why don’t women see how gays undermine

Their position in society.

If men marry men who will women marry?

Women are undermining their own economics.


De Blasio looks like a pastrami sandwich—

All gas lathered with mustard sentiments.

He is stupid.

He is fat on meat.


In my teens my friend told me he rolled fags

In the village for money.

I told him that was disgusting

But it wasn’t as bad as same sex marriage

Which has received the sanctity of acceptance

By liberals.

Liberals don’t even  know that

They get nauseous looking at gays kissing

Until they see the vomit on their shoes.


When I was a kid we made fun of queers.

Their effeminate gestures and slurpy voices.

Not to their faces.

I didn’t want to hurt them

But they were yucky,



The gays can change our speech but not our instincts.


Now gays want to deny this

And be proud

Of their evolved deformities.

I wish I didn’t have to disapprove of them,

I don’t like being a dickhead,

But they keep dropping their  intellectual pants

And displaying their whiny, Full Monte.

I don’t want to see their cards.

I don’t want to play their hand.


I want to follow Cleopatra across the Nile

Not Marc Anthony.

I’m not going to apologize for what I am

As I don’t ask gays to say sorry for their penchants.

Leave me alone.

Don’t pontificate like De Blasio.

The limits of intelligence are outlined by the bluster

Of politicians.

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About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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