Ant Smith

Poetry

Boys and girls come out to play

Boys and girls come out to play

It's okay if you are gay

Leave your suppers and leave your plates

If family values are based on hate

They fuck you up your mum and dad

And often they do mean to

Born in lowly servitude

Of your father's inbred views

Your mother loves you just enough

To keep the chains from chaffing

You're the instrument of their lord

And he has judged that you are lacking

Your life was never theirs to give

Their food repayment, not some gift

We all know you never asked for this

They owe you freedom, not this shit

To be immortal through your eyes

You yourself they'd sacrifice

Conditional love burns worse than lies

Reclaim the day, reclaim your life

Boys and girls come out to play

It's okay if you are gay

Leave your suppers and leave your plates

If family values are based on hate

Poetry