BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL is making a last stand. Death awaits, but no. Life flash signal prompt beeps. You draft me, you train me, you love me, love me lots, I’m your poster boy, have me kill, who? Brown people, man do I have to? We have to preserve the American way. Yes sir! So fire, stab, and kill, kill, kill your brothers, kill ‘em well. How’d I do? Fantastic. Thank you for the medal, thank you for your service. Whoa, wait, wait now, no, no. Now I love him, yeah he, him, lots, big lots, he’s my poster boy, what’s the big f’n deal? Read the Bible, son. So I’m done, dead, destroyed. You betrayed us, son. Me? You’re no longer an American, son. Yo, you kill me once, take all I know, my soul heart and peace away, kill me again, take my love life and partner away, but no. Hell no. No more. I won’t let you kill no one no else no more. I be gone, smoke and ashes, your shameful vet, your bible defacin’ commie, your parade ballin’ queer, but this spirit cries out. My spirit, fool. Channeled through you-know-who. Says it’s my time, my time to save. Not the world, just you. Save you. Mr. Red White and Blue, the one who doesn’t have a clue.
We Torture, We Slaughter, We Massacre, But We Never Engage in the Act of Being Gay
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