Bored With Gay Rights
I told my friend that I didn’t approve of same sex marriage.
He said that he never wanted to speak to me again.
Who’s the bigot?
Am I not allowed an opinion or two?
The idiot is apparent in his misplaced hatred of me
And his misinterpretation of right and wrong.
He’s not even gay.
He is worse—a liberal.
He would be horrified by a gay flirtation.
But he is so jazzed up by his ideology that he does a left wing dance.
Somehow gay acceptance allows him to accept himself
As a fake humanitarian.
It’s not that I hate fags; it’s just that I hate that part of them
That confuses penises with vaginas and tries to convince me
That sickness is an antibiotic.
I am horrified by the things that folks do when they do what they do.
I don’t like ugliness.
I hate people who eat boogers.
I hate gropers on the subway.
Rapists make me sick.
I hate bestiality.
Here’s a note for a goat—
I am a general opportunity hater.
Does this make me a Nazi?
F..k it, I am a Jew.
College students on the corner petitioning for gay rights.
I don’t remember any crematoriums for gays.
They already have rights.
I don’t mind that gays fear or hate me for loving women.
Let them have a good rash against me.
Let them break out from jealousy.
I don’t have to stick my finger in my mouth when
They kiss or make love.
I just throw up.
I am never ashamed of what I feel even if the politically correct
Want to show that I am wrong so that they can prove that
Perversion is right.
Gay pride is a twist of logic.
Announcing it doesn’t make it proper.
It has to be embarrassing to be gay and I feel sorry for the shame
Of those on the outer range of the wrong track.
Pride is a thin shell that covers egg on your face.
If you want to be gay be gay but don’t tell me that
I must celebrate your miscue,
The tear on the green felt on the billiards table.
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