You wonít find any nudes in the gay magazine,
But they still find excuses to call us obscene. - Tom Robinson
For donkeysí years you cunts have preached your poison,
Polluted childrenís minds, you fucking vermin,
Addressed us in a manner camp, informal,
And kidded us your filthy vice is normal.
Youíve shrieked and shouted being queer is gay,
But while Iím still around, no fucking way;
The media gave sodomy a boost,
But now the chickens have come home to roost.
Perverted wretches, enemies of Christ!
Gay Christianity? Thatís one sick heist.
How they could stomach thatís beyond my ken,
It brings new meaning to the phrase Ah-men.
And then there was your moral rape of Jesus,
Sent down by God to save, uplift and please us,
Your foul Gay News reviled our Lord in verse,
For that a pox on you, and the AIDS curse.
For those who would repent, itís far too late,
Best thing to fuck off home and masturbate.
Ten years more and youíll all have got the chop,
Faggots farewell, the kissing has to stop.
Begone, shit-stabbing perverts of the night!
Into the Pit, praise the Lord, praise the Light!
Too long youíve buggered, licked and sucked in clover,
Now kiss your arse goodbye: the partyís over.
[The above was first published in TAKE IT LIKE A MAN! The ITMA Book Of ďGayĒ Verse.]
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