Gay Marriage And so it was That thence it came A confused cause Guised with shame Why did it come? The MPs asked As they climbed out Of Cameron's ass They'd been there long Three years in fact But shlong on shlong Meant that was that Gay marriage?!?! Said thee of the Tory party "We'll manage.." He simpered, gallantly. "It's fair on them" He went on to say "You'll see when Your kids are gay!" But PM you just don't see Your ass is where we've sat for weeks Homosexuality Is not the worry. It's your deceit. Your impudence Your lack in credence That smart-ass reference: 'Equal but different' Proves only one thing: You are not winning So better to bin it Than try to just wing it Marriage belongs in the Christian lexicon. This bill won't end sexual stigmatisation. Un-marry all those not united before God Those married on beaches, in plazas and malls Let Christians have all their fucked up antics While the rest of us wallow with civil partnerships Sorted.

Unfinished Symph Music makes the world go round; Oh, that much is true. Cajoling my own eardrums With rhythm, pace and blues. It strikes a chord, at least in me And I mean that metaphorically. It's heart and soul: Plays the sole role in giving me my need. But I didn't know I needed it, Can a need be not known? If only I could write it down I'd have a song to show. Showing what it means to be; To have to hold to know, I cannot muster any word That equates to brass and bow. Or timpani, indeed, we see An orchestra's peaceful symphony Has not the flaws and faults that be in human-like audacity. Music makes the world go round, My religion is sound. Out of pitiless hopelessness And into a cloud of hope, It goes ...

Doubt. When it comes to sexuality, You're as biased as you are pious. Still I try to understand your mentality; Doesn't the Bible TEACH morality? Leviticus describes agony, Punishment through human tragedy. People are killed for blasphemy, And stoned for homosexuality. When will you see this as insanity? And before you say it: They're NOT confused, This is not something that you choose. Your voice, however, is a choice. So don't misuse it - you might lose it, Please don't abuse it - or use religion to excuse it. Please stop praying for healing and Instead start showing true feeling. Only, the more I rant, The more your belief augments, Which leaves you hellbent On trying to get me to repent To a God whom I find abhorrent. You want them to get into heaven You think that'll learn them their lesson If you're so strong in your religion, And you're such a 'good christian', And your God forgives any malign sentiment, Why are you afraid of a simple statement? Why won't you think for once and listen? Expecting me to respect a religion That treats gays with condescension. I'll stay forever stuck in this contention, And I'll always wonder if you ever paid attention To my side.

Laef I haven't always been rational. I was once a baby. Babies don't think. They exist. Existence. Living. Are they the same thing? There is a difference; It's called animation. Or animus, if you'd prefer, One's very raison d'être. Existing takes up energy But living's more voi de vivre My zest for #life Is rooted Not in what I need to exist But in who I talk with When I do things And where my mindset is

#spreadthecheer Christmas. The one time of the year when Christians think paganism isn't so bad after all.