Gay is the new black.
and I can only picture
people
walking their dogs
in a large urban park
somewhere
wearing gay
around their necks
to keep warm.
And I sit
and watch
as young women with
the latest gay bag
in their gay footwear
obliviously step
over the piles
of dull homeless
dressed all in straight.
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