18+ A very stupid, weird poem, not meant to offend about being gay in todays world. |
-In Your Face- by Keaton Foster 18+ This poem is not an anti-gay poem, but rather and anti in your face poem. In your face What a waste I care even less So freaking what You’re gay Maybe even flaming Straight up gangster queer A real non-conformist Anti-heterosexual Way out of the closet I’m queer and I’m here type I friggin get it In your face What you do In your bedroom Matters least of all Get your freak on Spank the monkey Ride that pony Do the holy baloney Munch some carpet Chomp some linoleum Scissor each other to death WTF This has all become TMI to the enth degree Without being homophobic I liked it better when You were in the closet Not because I have an issue With people being gay But rather because I am sick and tired Of everything being Gay this Queer that Homo what Lesbian who Right to marry Right to divorce Let’s adopt some Chinese babies And get matching cardigans Always screaming Please acknowledge me And my keen fashion sense I’m coming out Here I am Fabulous Adore me and the DNA Is that a dude or a chick Or a dude chick Adams apple, check For Christ’s sake We all get it Ad nauseum And then some If another person says to me Did you here who came out today I swear to God above I’m gonna lock myself in the closet Do whatever it is you wish Personally Really Quite sincerely I could care less So please can you And those on your team Power hitters or pinch swingers Ball boys or dug out queens Any and all are just fine Beauty and sexuality Are always the eye of the beholder Well that sounded better in my head Poignant, ehh Again, Jeez Could you find it In your darling of a heart To not be so militant about it After all Us straight people Don’t go around screaming We really love vagina We without question adore penis Boobies, boobies, boobies Ok, well maybe that one What you do is between you Your male, and or female lover And the back of your bedroom door Fuck, suck, hockey puck Whatever floats your boat Or in your case sails your yacht The good book You know the one That some crazy ass people Might try to beat you to death with Was written by men A really long ass time ago Heck dare I say So far back when bi-sexuality Was as common as an STD And the Greeks What a bunch of queers I’m just sayin Is the good book right Or are you wrong If you ask me Not that you ever would It is all One and half dozen of the other I of course have my faith Jammed right into my soul Vagina’s is all that I know Sorry not a single asshole Again Not that I have a problem with that I have a super gay sister A real classic dyke If there ever was one Birth name Joanne Preferred name Joe Some of her girlfriends Have been hotter than sin I often scratch my head And ask Are sure you don’t prefer dick There reply is always the same Nope, this is the way That God made me Who are we, and I To argue with that We as a species Are part of God’s petri dish An experiment turned on its head Adam and Eve After all did get their freak on I’m sure that Adam may have Put his junk in Eve’s trunk I’m sure Adam perused Her thorny bush A good tongue lashing Never hurt anyone It’s all good In your face I sure hope this poem Was not a waste The right to express ourselves God given I would like to add Is fine and dandy As long as we are not Beating each other over the head With our clever slogans I’m queer and I’m here I’m straight and I like cake Wait WTF? In Your Face Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |