Reds Against Queens

Although I am a ***** white Queen let me reassure you I can be just as mean or as green, Mr. Clean, as any fascist conjured in your wildest wettest dream. I can kick my ruby RightWing heels and hold my greenly skanky breath as long as it takes, tis true, until you eventually agree to turn less boring white and unenlightened blue It's true, I can spread my fascist net, get in line with Straight White Men with penile envy of dark-skinned vets you never could acknowledge seeing in the singing shower much less slurping in your homophobic panic nastiest place to hide just yet. Although a ***** male Queen married to the blackest man you've ever seen, You may rest re-assured I've clearly found it true as red white and blushing blue: Once a person and a nation has tried black, There's a whole lotta happy folk don't care to go back to refight a civil war against a white flight bully bore Supremely self-chosen evangelists, y'all just help me deeply snore. You think and feel, know and spiel, I'm rotten to my core because, like your sissy sister it's men this male adores But, if men were good enough for your sainted mother, and hers too, and my two, let me introduce this thought to you It wouldn't really make you all that blue to admit just maybe all that pleasure could suit a special man just fine too, But, don't worry, be happy, I'm not the least bit hot for white bread RightWing you.