He hates those fuckin fags
their hags and prada bags
in their juicy couture
with white speckled faux fur
who’ll fuck any queer
after just a single beer
twice since easter
at least or
maybe more…
could be four
fags he’s sucked and fucked
around with
in alleys, valleys, and sally’s
boutique shop
God hates fags like you
who live life without a clue
of the dew that wets the grass
of the blue that tints the glass
that reflects a million images of you
God hates fags like you
in this way,
He and i are the same
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