Consider my dick. At three score years and ten,
It still stands tall to defy its age.
It’s habitually shy – till now – when
It’s been thrust upon the national stage.
From what I hear I can use this magic rod
To pry up love, destroy whole families,
Magic away your faith in almighty God
And bring a global empire to its knees.
Look on my dick, ye mighty, and despair.
It’s not alone. Millions will appear
Born out of God’s genetic air,
Year after year, feeding your sad fear.
The Eternal Queer is everywhen and where.
Look on my dick, bitch, and despair.
Jon Bell 