I Killed A Queer

I killed a queer,
It felt so good,
I really never
Thought it would.

I killed a queer,
I snuffed him out
When there was no
Staff nurse about.

I killed a queer,
I smothered him,
It was a murder on a whim,
I killed a queer, and I confessed
On TV, it was not a jest.

I killed a queer,
’Twas merciful,
His plight was sick,
And pitiful.

I killed a queer,
No accolades
Are needed here,
The shit had AIDS.

February 16, 2010

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