Some Humanz - they ain’t so grand, they ain’t so great.
They stuff their throats, they  masturbate.
They swish and swirl and prance and gloat.
An stinky words belch from their throat.


A mindless bunch these hetro boobs .
Thinkinz a game they seen play’d on the tubez.
But thinking ain’t for the average forum
They let the ‘Dobson lot’ think for ‘um

Their marriage’s born upon a lie
That God made them, a girl and guy
Ta be wit' each an be wit’ other,
And deny us, a brother n brother.
Ah sister n sister it’s jus as bad .
They’d kill us all in the name of their Gad

Their Gad’z a’flection of them they say
Their Gad’z a  cause for them to play
Superior one’s an’ bid the gay
A hateful glance to end their day.

How sick their sin of awesome pride
How sick they can’t abide the tide.
How sick they worship hate instead
How sick they’d rather see love dead.

Our hiss’treez laced with kinds like you.
Their church, they say does prove them true.
But those with heads above the sand
Know them all for what they stand.

You’d see us gone, but you can’t see ,
You’re eyes are as crossed as the 40’z nazziz.
We’re here you wretches the tide’s a hit!
Our day is now . . . get use to it!
Dr. Zoozes Zoo
2005 night.owl
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