It isn't simple, It isn't straight, It isn't for lack of Pride, Nor an abundance of Hate, But you are here, And you are now, And this blizzard of snowflakes, Requires the Plow, You didn't ask for this. It crept up on you slow, While you thought, You'd watch the Gender Studies Major's theatrical thesis show, The trannies just want, to be left alone, in your Daughter's bathroom, To sneak her Hydrocodone, The gays won't cower, with your kindergarten aged boy, Unless it is Drag-Queen Story Hour, When he becomes their very young sex-aged toy. You accepted all, your entire life, you accepted all, without a fucking fight. And now, now of all times, you seem to see something going wrong? Speak up now, or forever hold your peace, Until a pedo gives your Children, A buttful of his HIV-ridden release.