How the Grinches stole our civil rights

“A Wrong Choice that Creates Confusion, by FinestCityMan

Like those from San Francisco Bay,
They argue, we are born Gay!

Truth will prevail and lies will be exposed.
To intimately love the same sex is what you CHOSE.

All people are tempted to do what is not right,
But grasping onto sin is what we need to fight.

Planting a penny in soil and expect it to grow,
Is like the ‘confused love’ of them that don’t know.

Turn eight flat on its side,
It is a symbol that means never die:

For infinity, a man with a man is a mistake.
Think of the future, always vote yes on Prop 8!”

Everyone up in Bay-ville liked gay folks a lot;
FCM, who lived well south of Bay-ville, did not!
He raved and he ranted in passionate verse
With meter that wobbled and rhymes that were worse.
He urged all his readers to vote “yes” on 8
To help California stay narrow and straight.
He typed all night long on Election Day Eve
About cocker spaniels and Adam and Steve—
And when it was clear that the bigots had won,
He said, “Hallelujah! My work here is done!”
But something incredible happened that day:
The gay people just kept right on being gay!
They hadn’t been wiped out. They hadn’t been banished.
None of them vaporized, kicked off, or vanished.
They took to the streets with their struggle to marry—
And he sighed and dug out his rhyme dictionary
To keep writing couplets (not always heroic)
Defending the morals of the Mesozoic.