Ant Smith

All poems

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