Take your pride and shove it, straight up your back door.
I'm sick of pompous a-holes, you know demonic he-whores.
A month to pander perversion, a month to misguide kids.
A month to steal their identities, and flip God given ids.
A month to dress like perverts, to twerk your derriaires.
To parade in front of children, to display your wild hairs.
You're sick and twisted people, where's the pride in that.
Walking on your wild sides, like whackjob puddy-tats.
Fools with no moral values, guess that's what Satan likes.
He loves transgender morons, all I can say is YIKES!
If there's an agenda it's likely evil, and it's obvious to all.
Keep going godless perverts, pride goeth before a fall.
You might call this hate-speech, I call it my right to talk.
 Stay away from my kids and I won't knock off your block.
Keep dancing in your drag bars, with other ugly queens.
A Pride month to expose yourselves, flaunting sicko dreams.
You don't need a whole month to push your sick twisted crap.
Like drag queen reading hour with little kids on your laps.
You've ruined the whole month of June with perverted goals.
Concerned with your genders, and not concerned with your souls.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/15/24