Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Boys On the Right
-Two beers for two queers!
-Thank you. I’m honored to sit at this famously powerful kitchen table.
-Somehow, you don’t quite look thus. Worried a little bit.
-Doesn’t it ultimately get you that the party rants on about the likes of us?
-How many Republican shindigs have you been to in this town?
-Couldn’t count.
-Even been treated except with graciousness and respect?
-No, but...
-No buts. The rest is manipulating the rednecks. If I’m asked to help with
that I will.
-I can’t help but think there’s a betrayal in that.
-Gimme back that beer! Faggot!
-Just kidding I hope. This is good stuff.
-Belgium. Ten bucks a bottle.
-I’m graced!
-Betrayal! Shit! As if we haven’t betrayed somebody or something in every fuckin seamy chapter of our life. And not seamy because it’s queer.
Just plain seamy.
-Maybe so, but, that’s the past. How about those better angels Lincoln speaks of?
-Send them to some asshole Divinity School. Besides, angels pretty asexual. I gotta get fucked once or twice a day.
-On average?
-Yeah. On average. Right now I’m a machine gunner!
-I’ve got a man.
-Relax. I’ve got legions!
-Could be sad. One, you can talk to.
-No time for that. Gotta work this frenzy out.
-For the good of the party?
-That too. But, hey, it’s a big tent! And it’s good to meet those
you’ve fucked.
-Two beers for two queers!
-Thank you. I’m honored to sit at this famously powerful kitchen table.
-Somehow, you don’t quite look thus. Worried a little bit.
-Doesn’t it ultimately get you that the party rants on about the likes of us?
-How many Republican shindigs have you been to in this town?
-Couldn’t count.
-Even been treated except with graciousness and respect?
-No, but...
-No buts. The rest is manipulating the rednecks. If I’m asked to help with
that I will.
-I can’t help but think there’s a betrayal in that.
-Gimme back that beer! Faggot!
-Just kidding I hope. This is good stuff.
-Belgium. Ten bucks a bottle.
-I’m graced!
-Betrayal! Shit! As if we haven’t betrayed somebody or something in every fuckin seamy chapter of our life. And not seamy because it’s queer.
Just plain seamy.
-Maybe so, but, that’s the past. How about those better angels Lincoln speaks of?
-Send them to some asshole Divinity School. Besides, angels pretty asexual. I gotta get fucked once or twice a day.
-On average?
-Yeah. On average. Right now I’m a machine gunner!
-I’ve got a man.
-Relax. I’ve got legions!
-Could be sad. One, you can talk to.
-No time for that. Gotta work this frenzy out.
-For the good of the party?
-That too. But, hey, it’s a big tent! And it’s good to meet those
you’ve fucked.
