All of God’s hallowed angels
Ask’d, their voice like emerald jewels,
“Buck married buck,
Chicks their vows cluck;
Is OK for same couples? ”
God call’d His cherubim together:
“’It’s OK, even for the preacher.
It’s dense here with Christians gott’n;
So, to make more room in Heav’n,
I’m sending gays to the deceiver! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem