It's OK To Be Gay

It's okay to be gay
If you're Ellen or Neil Patrick Harris
Or when you're RuPaul Charles
Because everyone loves a performance, a parade
And they'll put you on that float
When you say you're a little gay. 

But when queer is mundane,
A name change letter to the SSA
Or plan you a wedding
Or get away from DV
Or two daddies at the park, and momma's
Staring daggers, mutter
"Child predators"
Suddenly there's not so much room
In the sky for a rainbow.

And in the house
outside, beside cob-webbed float for Pride:
You're staying with James (was "Alice,"
still is on his ID;
he can't get it changed
at the DMV, because 
he can't afford the fee)
and his brother and his friend 
And their grandma hanging onto
scraps of monthly disability.

James had another interview today
And one scheduled for next week
But he's not 
"good for the brand"
And if it weren't for endless drug screens
Between insurance offices and Arby's 
it's a wonder he doesn't 
get high with you and me.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
is only in a big-screen TV, 
spectacular drag show
and millionaire money.
  

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