Friday, October 26, 2012

For My Profanities

First you came for my profanities,
and you can best believe I was angry.
You left me swearin' and cussin'
When you left me in detention.

Then you came for my homophobia,
and I let it go, 'cause I know ya.

Now you come on behalf of the disabled,
and I wonder what else you'll come for
Now that my anger is incomprehensible,
Now that you've made anger inexpressible.

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