And I'm Prone To Make Them Happy - Poem by Liza Sud
And I'm prone to make them happy
for the suppression of their sins,
but homosexuals can not stand it -
the meager snivel of one week!
And Sodomy - is simple as a snot,
and no harder than otitis,
but to keep the commandments they can not
and break the Law what God them asks for!
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