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Middle Age Middle Ages

The wresting groung for old homos Is full tonight Because we spilled so much of our youth In endless repeat anonymous encounter That it was not enough to end the world once More than a thousand medieval nonyears ago, That spun off revolution in the sixties Into reactionary shaved heads in the ninties. They're scratching their old heads Saying what have we done when we were young enough to know better Than dad Because we had more fun than zoot suits That women diddn't catch on Until they got mad enough at us To start their own rest home For the partiers who came too late To catch onto the disease that followed Our young release At the old new We now are.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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