America the Gorgeous
Oh beautiful for gracious guys
Who wear size thirteen heels,
For dykes on bikes with little tykes
They teach to true-up wheels—
We’re teachers, nuns, recruits with guns;
We’re pluribus; We’re queer.
We’re ten percent. We’re government.
Get used to us; we’re here.
Oh beautiful for "Shaman Psalm,"
For "Howl," for "Leaves of Grass."
We're trying to apply some balm
While looking for some ass.
America, we're putting our
Queer shoulders to the wheel.
Without us freaks you'll fail to flower.
(Now everybody squeal!)
For "Howl," for "Leaves of Grass."
We're trying to apply some balm
While looking for some ass.
America, we're putting our
Queer shoulders to the wheel.
Without us freaks you'll fail to flower.
(Now everybody squeal!)
Oh beautiful for same sex love,
For hairy legs entwined,
For glistening glans, for rubber dams,
For passion sixty-nined,
I’ll marry queer, I’ll marry queer
Or date queer all my life—
Erogeny sans progeny,
And no-one ends up wife.
Oh, beautiful for differences,
For all our rainbow hues,
Let’s face the facts, we’re colorful:
We’re not just pinks and blues.
America! America!
Please join in our refrain
Of loving sister/brotherhood...
Across the fruited plain.
© 2009 by Alwyn de Wally
