Git the hosepipe and crackiz ass,
that en yonder, the rich high-class fairy.
Don't mess up now, else the Klan'll get crap
from the Commie Jewish bankers.
An don't waste time bashing Nigger queers
when they kin'll do it for us.
See! See! Watch the edge of that sweetie's mouth!
"Too good fer us? huh? We'll show ya!"
I told ya them rich is the kind what has to be watched.
He ain't real, just whining and crying
in that blood from the teeth ya knocked out.
Leastaways they might put up a fight,
but ya can't find no man in any queer;
they's all alike. Send em to the devil
quick as ya can, like the Bible done.
Louie Crew lives in East Orange, NJ with Ernest Clay, his husband of 35+ years. He is an emeritus professor at Rutgers University. He , with Ernest Clay, his husband of 35+ years. He has published four volumes of his poetry: Sunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976), Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle's Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! for Christ's Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003).