Friday, February 03, 2012
New Ones
When C And G move into the neighborhood, some call
their house Faggot Ranch.
But they grow popular, walk their dogs and chat. And laugh.
Become civic minded. Not hard here: we only have
the June Fete.
They take charge of the Beanbag Toss and a crowd of
youngsters gathers.
I ask my Jeanette. "They treat us like adults! Not the
shit-condescension we get from you and your
despicable friends!"
"What do kids know?" scoffs Bicky. "Let the world smash
them up a bit and they won't take fairies for hobbies.
Besides, those lovebirds are Democrats for sure!
All Fruits are Democrats and all D-”
“Too wide a brush!” I admonish. (He's actually a great guy when not on liberals or Jews.)
“Fuck you with that brush!”
When C And G move into the neighborhood, some call
their house Faggot Ranch.
But they grow popular, walk their dogs and chat. And laugh.
Become civic minded. Not hard here: we only have
the June Fete.
They take charge of the Beanbag Toss and a crowd of
youngsters gathers.
I ask my Jeanette. "They treat us like adults! Not the
shit-condescension we get from you and your
despicable friends!"
"What do kids know?" scoffs Bicky. "Let the world smash
them up a bit and they won't take fairies for hobbies.
Besides, those lovebirds are Democrats for sure!
All Fruits are Democrats and all D-”
“Too wide a brush!” I admonish. (He's actually a great guy when not on liberals or Jews.)
“Fuck you with that brush!”
