Gay America
I call death to America!
Us making love, virgins loving that man,
skin on skin, us virgins will always be virgins.
Wearing our masked vengeance, building
building a new land in heartache America.
Nevada, Men waking up in their sultan homes,
hiring their trademark slaves for 5 cents an hour.
They make them run, naked, singing with pride,
unlike their greedy affluent neighbors.
poem by Jesse Gebel
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