Letter

Why do I do things that I do? The things that give my joy. Like listening to heavy metal music Or just loving another boy. To the Christians: It would just kill me to hurt you But God is not what I'm for But I'm not against God either So don't bother me anymore. To the racists: It's only the color of skin So it just kills me that you're hating Quit being stupid and get a hobby Maybe even take up masturbating. To the rich: To those giving it away to help This does not imply But to those greedy of their earnings I hope you fucking die. To the homophobes: I know you say we can help it But our sexuality we didn't pick Are you so damn homophobic That you won't even touch your own dick? To George W. Bush: I hope you'd get sent to Iraq And die in your own damn war Because the country is better off without you And we don't need you anymore. To the activists of human rights: I know what you're going through And I hope I've passed a light But quit reading this letter And get out and fight. Go back to the Poems page.