Jack Abootydallah


When KKK is Gay


I like boys more than toys.
But on days that are gay, I prefer KKK
Satan and I play with Billy but then it gets chilly
'FLICK THEM! ! ' said the nigga, he said with his finga on the trigga

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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It all began on a warm night during the summer of '69. I was gay, afraid, and in dire need of a bathroom when suddenly I was approached by a young redneck named Raymond Joy. And let this be known: I felt quite joyous after my first encounter with him. I learned that he had his own daycare called Raycare and I decided I would work there with him as his head assistant. But then the Raycare was robbed by a brown man who really needed a bra named Marwan. That's when everything went wrong and I decided to write somber poetry about my life experiences.

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