Make America Gay Again
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Again?
So much has been purposely hidden.
Yet kept not that secretly,
To display the ways of the founders...
Of these once unquestionably great,
United States.
Created by misfits and deceivers.
Maverick elitists nonconformists all.
Dressed in white bright curled up wigs.
And adorned on their powdered faces,
Rouge and a mole.
Wearing on their feet,
Bowed and black patent leather shoes.
Proving themselves to be,
The bag and chips.
Dip and freshly whipped cheese.
Sitting in positions to create America's history.
Oh!
The resentment meant and sent,
From the jealous and envious mind...
Of King George in those times.
To discover his stature and status,
Imitated to emulate it.
Without benefit of being taxed.
And here we are today.
Deceived by frauding hypocrites.
Anointing themselves,
With a narcissistic self righteousness.
Done to have sold,
A retelling of their own nonsense.
In books replacing the ones censored.
To have it bought and it kept to believe,
How offensive it is to portray a country...
Founded by men dressed as if queens.
While in these days to observe it witnessed,
Those making decisions...
Hidden behind doors closed.
Also have costumes in a walk-in closet..
To select yet oppose anyone gay,
Straight or curious sitting on a fence.
Attempting to wear,
What they saw a lawmaker flaunting...
All and everything else out in the open to see.
With it to assume,
The gay and lesbian community...
Are easy to spot quicker,
Than others curious walking around.
Squeezing then pinching preferred butts.
Hoping for action and not a swift slap.
Letting it be known,
That which is seen is not always what it is!
It seems those declaring their heterosexuality,
Can be found probing around,
In the darkness of night.
Wishing with a hope,
To discover a whore and not a prostitute.
Looking as if a librarian,
Awaiting under a bright red light.
Rehearsing to convince someone,
She's practicing for a play to be a virgin.
A virgin in need,
To be assisted in the delivery...
Of a performance the audience will accept,
Breath taking and unforgettable...
To experience more than just once.
Before this play moves to another town!
To whore.
That's it.
And nothing more to solicit,
A fiction kept...
To delude.
Truth to keep it fictioned,
Will delude.
Truth to keep it fictioned,
Makes fools of the doers.
Truth to keep it fictioned,
Doesn't rule over anyone to hide.
Kept,
There forever to deny...
Lust is lust.
Not forever to hide.
Like a greed to feast.
Not forever to deny.
Or a gluttony to feed it.
Everyday that goes by.
Observed to be witnessed.
Day by day.
And with deceivers who lie.
Come what may.
Everyday that goes by.
To lie and lie.
About a lust to cover up.
Everyday that goes by.
To keep a people left duped.
Everyday that goes by.
In a looping to trick.
To keep the people left fools.
Tricked.
And duped.
Everyday that goes.
Tricked.
And duped.
About the gay innovators.
Founders of a nation,
They called America!
Tricked and left duped.
To believe in a fiction.
Deluded to be kept forever,
In minds unaware to keep.
Morning, noon and night.
And...
24/7 days a week.
From a podium or pulpit.
Who today can believe,
Anyone who openly speaks...
About never doing misdeeds.
To lie.
About never doing misdeeds,
Discreetly hidden to deny.
They too have a gay pride.
Locked away and in a closet.
To temselves denied.
Locked up and away in a closet.
Hidden to deny and hide.
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Written on June 18, 2023
Submitted by lpahtillah on June 18, 2023
Modified by lpahtillah on June 18, 2023
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