On the Subway

On the subway, an old lady next to me
decided to complain incessantly.
She saw this guy walking down the street,
another guy he was to meet.
They kissed and hugged and walked hand in hand
an explanation she did demand.

“Susan” was this lady’s name
and she declared she was a high-class dame
and that gay marriage is “preposterous”
and that there should be more people like us.
But I answered back “what’s wrong with it?”
I could see she was starting to have a fit.

Susan declared that it was crazy
“how are they going to have a baby?”
And their moral values must be corrupt
they must have done drugs or sniffed some snuff.
I said they couldn’t change the way they were,
A guy next to me did concur.

So she asked me sarcastically,
“why should we let these people be?”
I stated that they weren’t doing anything wrong
(they’re not walking around in see-through thongs)
and they act like “normal” lovers:
they love and care for one another.

What’s so wrong about same sex marriage?
They’re the same as you and me.
Why don’t you people leave them alone
and let them live happily?

I asked her why she was greatly against this.
She stared at me and began to hiss
“why should we let these freaks roam around?
They’re poisoning our air, our skies, our ground.”
I said “you’re more concerned with them than our economy,
You have to set straight your priorities.”

She stared straight into my eyes
and said gays are stained with lies.
She said “There is something wrong with them
and hopefully god will save me, amen.”
She asked me “why are you for this cause?”
I declared “gays should not be restricted by laws.”

“Gays are actually tons of fun,
but you would not know, for gays you shun.
They have a great sense of style,
They will stick with you during that extra mile.
I have gay comrades and they’re my friends,
I will stick with them until the end.”

What’s so wrong with same-sex marriage?
They’re the same as you and me.
Why don’t you people leave them alone
and let them live happily?

“Being gay isn’t any different than being black;
brains, these people do not lack.
If anything, you’re the one being rude,
being so vulgar, speaking so crude
and if you don’t like them, fine with me
but you don’t have to complain so loudly.”

“I can hear you quite fine
and I would not pay another dime
to hang around any longer”
and I left that subway feeling stronger.
At home, I kissed Brad before going to bed,
and sleepily he answered “Good night Ted.”

~ Student ‘09

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