with a sock puppet, dear, she carved out a few queers
        to love her —
            the most kind of women,
            to love us deviants
        she wiped away our tears with her touchΓ© kleenex —
            
            on television everyone is a performance
            the difference being only in the self-awareness
        appendix:
        this hero of a guy chris cries on a streaming video
        that the media needs to leave Chutney Shears alone! —
        or you’re going to have to deal with me —
        she’s not well right now —
        
            and we rouse up our spirits with equal fags
        who stand up for the underdogs, yup
        even pee-wee fucking herman,
        a champion of gay rights —
        
            his onanism in a girly porno theatre 
    warmed the cockles of our leftist fag hearts
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20.7.07
Poetry: "For Tammy"
Labels:
celebrity,
extremes,
gay,
icon,
makeup,
poem,
poetry,
preacher,
queer,
satire,
tammy faye baker,
televangelist,
television
 I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of cafΓ© au lait.
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of cafΓ© au lait.
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