The Chilis are in Florida, they asked me to go.
With one weeks notice I had to say no.
There was work to be done and papers to write.
Sometimes being a responsible grown up takes all of my might.
The Mrs. posts pictures, they are all in their shorts and tees.
While lounging on the beach I wonder if they encountered any fleas.
When my sister is home I can go for weeks without talking.
When either of us are away I call or text so much it borders on stalking.
I told her this morning that more snow was coming our way.
That bitch said “to bad, we might have to stay!”
My sister hates winter, she thinks it’s a drag.
While she is in Florida she should go to Key West and visit a fag!*
I am writing this dumb poem because I miss them and I want them to know that.
Even though they left me at home, I think they are phat.
This is the end of my poem, I have homework to do.
I wish I were in Florida with my family, but at least I don’t have the flu.
*Please note that since I am a queer kid I am allowed to say fag or any other word or phrase that might be considered offensive to the GLBT community or their allies. It even says so in the book So You’re A Queer Kid, Now What? on page 324.** Also, on page 350 it says that breeders (straight people, even those without children) may be allowed to use such terminology as long as it is sanctioned by a queer kid. For example, my breeder friends are allowed to say “that’s gay!” when they are referring to something they think is ridiculous. If you are a breeder who is looking to use such terminology, I would be happy to grant you permission as long as you are not a homophobic jerk.
** To my knowledge, there is no book. I just made that shit up.
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