Transcendental Sonnet #949:
Dubya d*ck and Me Do Not Make Three
(Nepotismus Nonelectus in New York)

If to be het'rosexual
Is to be like George Bush
Or even worse like Cheney's d*ck
Which thought makes me quite sick
I'm glad I'm metrosexual
And heaven knows I'll push
My hardest to defend the arched eyebrow

These are the scariest of times just now
When they could be the merriest!
Why cannot one be gay
And merely be some happy chappy such as I
Who cry when hearing Robert Smith sing "Boys Don't Cry"?

Dear Dubya don't worry for I am quite straight
But I fear for you and d*ck it's just too late

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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