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Not sure on this poem. Screw homophobes.

Happiness Is The Tragedy

“I love you,” were his last words to him
Before he fell into a deep sleep.
No, not death, just fatigue.
And the stars in their eyes, were perfectly aligned.

Happiness is the tragedy you get when you put two men together.

She put her hands around her waist,
And kissed her on the lips.
And held her, ever, so gently.
Their love drips, freely from every pore.

Happiness is the tragedy you get when you put two women together.

Your hate, and your vicious placards, won’t stop a thing.
If showing love means breaking the law, then so be it.
You can scream at us through one corner of your mouth,
And tell your kids to stop having sex out of the other corner.

Happiness is the tragedy you get when you put us together.

You can tell your constituents all humans matter.
And then use your pocket bible to justify hating us.
Maybe one day you can teach me,
To be as hypocritical as thee, and not get caught.

Happiness is the tragedy you get when you put us together.

The newscaster can breeze through a hate crime,
“Homosexuals sodomized and beaten behind a club, and now sports,”
And say, that they’re fair and balanced.


Yeah, thee doesn't fit at the end. No I don't care.

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