The Gay Anthem - Poem by AaI Harvey
The Gay Anthem
Waking up on a sunny afternoon;
The curtains have just been opened, not a minute too soon.
Now the sun shines still, from way over the hills;
It's time to go play, with Jim, Jack, Bob and Will.
We play all day, having lots of fun;
We always have and I hope we always will.
The Famous Five they call us, because were never separated.
We love each other dearly, but each one of us is hated;
Because we’re faggots you see, Jim, Jack, Bob, Will and Me.
But I guess we kind of like it, because the girls all smell of wee.
But now puberties here; are we gonna stay queer?
Will we change with age? Is this a passing phase?
All our parents pray for change and hope we will all end up straight;
But they can't seem to understand,
It's them that made us this way.
Not intentionally of course, but they had a hand in us being born;
Can't they understand our choice? We can't help fancying boys.
We like dicks and not their tits, the girls just don't float our boats;
We don't care about damnation, you can keep your religious quotes.
Because God made up everything, that must include Homosexuality
And Psychopathic murderers and even Beastiality.
He did it for variation! Everyone can't be the same.
If Adam and Eve is what you believe,
Then why can't there be, Mary and Jane?
Because everybody loves a lesbian, it's the men they think are sick.
Just like Public Enemy told us: 'The parts just don't fit.'
Hey everybody! Hate a homo! Just for being openly gay?
It's His choice who he fucks, why can't he have His say?
So what if she only likes eating pussy and not sucking on dick?
Homo's make you feel ill? You probably make them sick!
So all you inbred arseholes!
Who hate them for what they are.
They gays have the final word...
You stupid, retarded, inbred, homophobic,
Sailor dating, queer bashing, gay bar dancing,
Secretly gay, failed abortions...
Can go and kiss our arse!
(C) 2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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