Sons and Daughters
What happened to all the gay poets I used to love?
I just sprained my thumb on the tailgate of my truck
What happened to all the lesbian poets that I loved?
Pockets full of rhymes and rocks
What happed to all the poets?
That were
Here
To
Say
I
Am
Not
You
I
Am
Some
Other
From
A different
Age
No
Labels
Nowhere
Gone
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
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