We stomp and we romp with our filthy, bare feet we jump and we bump in the high summer heat.
Just skin, nails, and teeth stop when we see blood we are the ***** girls rolling around in the mud.
We're queer, we drink beer in the park in the dark we yawp, twist, and shout and we jeer and we bark.
We **** for the thrill in the sweet with sweat season; we say it's revenge, but we don't need a reason.
Saturated plum flesh bursting between jaws, we are boundless, we are seeping, we are love without laws.
Dear straight people, It is a common believe that queers are docile, non-threatening, non- violent, and weak. That being queer is a choice to attract others. This is a poem to remind you that we are as natural as the sun, we are everywhere, and that we are not afraid to smash your brains in with a brick. Sincerely, Author