In the closet
sleeps a homosexual
waiting for the day
that the world finally accepts him
and will love him the way
Chris loves him
but outside I sit
with a baseball bat
not yet ready for him
to be free
all I need is a crack of light
and a reason good enough
to satisfy my needs
then I shall wail on his fragil body
til he is no more
the a pulp
of queerish orgin |
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