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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Dazed I am from this...

Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
sodomy crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
sucked into a fixed reality,
doomed? , not quite incoherent.

Her eyes washed away,
flow away my wings,
a slump attitude, naked
florescent grumpy woman.

I couldn't wish for a good girl,
a man who's beauty is so wise,
locks of hair make the china-men
blues, hunting back hunky dory,
and soldiers turned back to
the war, eaten by jews.

Let us sulk, make long hair

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poem by Jesse Gebel
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