MAN, YOU’RE MESSED UP
Why must there be a steady pain,
why mustn’t there be a ready peace?
These are not queer questions,
without them we shall war and war cry,
the world will all be damned and die.
Peace’s out, we’re pill born and poly-porn,
all’s like, equal, and Like/Unlike virtual.
Queer was always here, ain’t no question,
what’s with not knowing what’s up?
Retro-nuisance man, you’re messed up!