Changing feels hypocritical,
You know it’s wrong, but you can’t change,
You wish you could understand,
But your mind is as limited as his fantasy attache cases.
You think you are not a bigot,
But the way you hallucinate,
The way you believe,
The way you frighten yourself with excuses,
Straightjackets you into hatred
Of his newspaper-bound windows.
Deep down you know,
If there is one reason why you’re going to hell,
It’s because of this particular intolerance.
But all you can do is be honest–
His abnormality disgusts me–
There, you said it, but why?
Are you asking to be chastised?
Are you asking to be understood?
Are you asking for permission to be unkind?
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