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May 24, 2010
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dont ask dont tell now boys
tie a yellow ribbon
and
pull off your wedding band
we're solider boys
real men.
no room for fags
only us
heteros
the military has no
business worrying about
our partners
but we can write our wives
and have sponsored marriage counsellors
we can snicker about honeymoon
anxiety
but dont you dare say the word "him"
in the way we funnel out the silky word :"her" aloud
tell yer friend
to watch the international news at five o clock
and cry, cry, cry
the way all you homos do
while he marks another day off the calendar and cooks a pretty little souflee
we know you dont need to be
reminded to clip your nails
you manicure your fingers enough
we notice your immaculate hygiene
go ahead boy
hold his big meaty hand on the street
off duty or active
we catch most of you
in civilian life. rat the queer
at the table for two
we will be waiting
with your homo go home
papers
now look at her,
America ain't she so goddamn beautiful
every boy here wants to have at lady liberty
remember
its just us heteros
ya better blend.
— whitetea, May 24, 2010
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Critiques
Beauregard
16 years ago
a bold write
whitetea
16 years ago
Its still fluffy like but I
Seren
16 years ago
Dear WT
Beauregard
16 years ago
yep
whitetea
16 years ago
ack had to repost the comment
Atticus
15 years 11 months ago
Spark to a fire,