with a sock puppet, dear, she carved out a few queers
to love her —
the most kind of women,
to love us deviants
she wiped away our tears with her touché kleenex —
on television everyone is a performance
the difference being only in the self-awareness
appendix:
this hero of a guy chris cries on a streaming video
that the media needs to leave Chutney Shears alone! —
or you’re going to have to deal with me —
she’s not well right now —
and we rouse up our spirits with equal fags
who stand up for the underdogs, yup
even pee-wee fucking herman,
a champion of gay rights —
his onanism in a girly porno theatre
warmed the cockles of our leftist fag hearts
Stones of Erasmus — Just plain good writing, teaching, thinking, doing, making, being, dreaming, seeing, feeling, building, creating, reading
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20.7.07
Poetry: "For Tammy"
Labels:
celebrity,
extremes,
gay,
icon,
makeup,
poem,
poetry,
preacher,
queer,
satire,
tammy faye baker,
televangelist,
television
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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