I Am Young and Gay

“I am young and gay”
I used to tell my Mummy Dear
Those were the good ole days,
When no one will think me queer;
Speaking of “queer” I remembered too,
That was how I addressed odd Mr. Lawrence,
His face will turn red at me, like he always do,
But he’ll never think that I doubted his sexual preference.
When I slogged through my Latin syllabus,
Half asleep, I heard the old Master said,
“...et hominum homo Christus Iesus”
Lousy as we were in Latin, no one suspected that Jesus wasn't straight.
Funny these days how some words were used,
Out came from the closet, new language rules,
If you set fire on faggots, it was a most natural deed,
but now even if you write a poem like this, you're intolerant, a witch-hunter or even a witch.

Jack