Homicide Its pronounced ˈhäməˌsīd I wish youd say it correctly
I am . .
. . Youre not
I’m saying it correctly for me, and what’s with
correctly, I wish you’d say it correctly, why not I wish you’d say it
right. he chuckled at his little political joke
Yare not funny
Not funnyI’m a freakin’ riot . . Right . get it
. .
. . Way ahead of you Ya telegraph
your lines Im up the track an yare still
bent over in the starting blocks lookin mighty attractive to homosin your vernacular in your short track shorts he meant to offend him
fury rose in his face
Yup lookin mighty plumripe for the pickin
You might want to shut your face.
No don threaten meweve danced before Ill knock ya down before you can get your
cyclechain belt off aint none of your buddies in earshot
Cool down man remember who
started the exchange Ya know I don back down
the bruisedredness began trickling out of his
face like ice melts off a windshield
I was
joshing you.
Bout something ya know I have no patience
for
Queer how we grew up together next
door hung around with the same kids played on school teams anyet ya got this
bug up your ass My Dads the racistthe uptight crewcut heterosexual anya act like the son he wished he had
I donget it
You don’t get that homosexuals are wrong,
lesbians are wrongthere’s something wrong with them; all them others too. It’s homocide, homocide, and I’m not changing my pronunciation because it
offends you.
Im not surprised Abject ignorance long ago stopped offending
meIve become inured Yare debasing yourself Go ahead open your mouth I don have to participate
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