You might not think you do
But you owe us art
Queer love, joy, and laughter
Straight from the heart
If you're going to angst that's fine
But in a short span of time
We lost a generation of artists
Joy is resistance
Keith Haring would call you
A puritan
Kink at pride, sex in films
Just silhouettes behind a curtain
Looking for your elders
When the government let them die
Make art, have pride
Then curl up in a ball and cry