• We paint your breeding world as queer
  and every man a closet queen.
  Your days like Noah’s now appear…
  our King arrives to crown the scene.
  
  Oh Father of progressive souls
  whose neo-pagan mercy reigns,
  bring union to fragmented wholes
  as lovers rattle rainbow-chains.
  
  We’re clubbing with the scribes of sex
  (our fairy-dusted lying press)
  who pay out cash for background checks
  while prying more and praying less.
  
  The starry heavens twinkle gay
  and rainbows end in gold, you know).
  To see it any other way
  would harsh our high and end the show…
  
  Your family paradigm descends
  upon the Roman road to hell
  where reproductive reason ends
  in demographic show-and-tell.
  
  God’s wisdom pleads in vain. What’s life
  when mobs are primed for anarchy –
  assaulting yet again Lot’s wife
  in Sodom’s dead democracy.

• Among other things, yes.

  
  

  https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/rainbows-end-dead-sea-landscape/

  NomadMonadon April 27, 2016   Link

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• Is this a poem about political correctness?

  acirvinon April 17, 2016   Link

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    @[acirvin:27897] This is not the original song I posted this comment about. May be something going on with the database. I've never heard this song before. It is kind of funny though, due to the randomness and meaninglessness of the lyrics.

    acirvinon September 12, 2018  

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