Gay Pride - Poem by Brian Taylor
There can be no more stirring sight
than a Pride of Gays
prowling the main streets of our great cities!
Protected by two lines
of the forces of law and order
from the big game hunters
that lurk among the crowds of spectators!
Drawing in young converts
by the sheer magnetism
of their slipstream!
No Civilisation has ever produced
such a flowering of the Human Spirit as ours.!
Ah, that we should be worthy
of living at this Hour!
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