why poems are gay

i dunno, but most people seem to think they are. so here's one from a straight guy. its about the war but let me clearly say that im not necessarily anti war or anti bush or anti america or anti conservative or anti republican, or anti liberal or anti democrat for that matter. i have my views like anyone else has their views and its funny cuz you could be a three headed lesbian talking dog and talk about taking over the world, turning the population into forced pooperscoopers to be enslaved to the new race of talking dogpeople and eating strictly milkbone dog biscuits and people would be like "well, he's entitled to his opinion" but im like "im a christian" and sometimes people are like "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, NOT ANOTHER ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, FUCK OFF," kind of attitudes. definitely not like everybody is like that, and definitely not trying to be pulling the "OHH IM SUCH A VICTIM" card either. wtf, i lived on the streets amongst dope fiends and dried piss - there is no victim mentality here, but its my blog and im just saying what i want... Now, hear me out, I understand probably better than 98% of the population that some people who've called themselves christians are total rat bastards and i'd like to have a dart board with some select faces on it myself. but christianity does not equal braindeath. it is not the death of the intellect. not to brag, but i could probably debate most people into a corner if i really applied myself and felt like that was what i was supposed to do. but i dont roll like that because honestly, if i could TALK somebody into believing in God, then chances are somebody else could TALK somebody right out of it and if faith is based on things one can see and or feel, than its not faith its substance already. not that im a blind faith, no rational thinking "i believe in God but i dont know why" kindof dude either...thats not faith, thats just language. But im not going to rant any longer, the point being I'm a christian and if someone doesnt like it , oh well, we live in a country where there's freedom of speech and that applies for me as well as the three headed dog over there. so beware, if you dont want to hear it, you dont have to - but doesnt mean im never going to talk about it. so, on a lighter note, here's that much anticipated gay poem i wrote about dogbiscuits ;) twenty one year old Tommy and his squad of teen boys most of whom, five years ago, still playing with toys signed up for the war and considered it a joy til they saw that ten year old kids make good bombs for convoys. cacophonic chaos crashes soundwaves to their ears dirt flying everywhere, amongst bullets and fear to see through their eyes, to know that death is near a mouth's last whisper whimpers why were we here during funeral speech eulogies mother's memory yields days of plastic joe soldiers with weapons to wield exchanged for real life rockets, machine guns, armored cars, shields... Oh Lord it's eight more dead in the Cotton Candy Killing Fields.