oscar wilde, talented author (period)

“I am young and gay”

I used to tell my Mummy Dear

Those were the good ole days,

When no one will think me queer;

Speaking of “queer” I remembered too,

That was how I addressed odd Mr. Lawrence,

His face will turn red at me, like he always do,

But he’ll never think that I doubted his sexual preference.

When I slogged through my Latin syllabus,

Half asleep, I heard the old Master said,

“unus et mediator Dei et hominum homo Christus Iesus”

Lousy as we were in Latin, no one would suspect that Jesus was not straight.

Funny these days how some words were used,

Out came from the closet, new language rules,

If you set fire on faggots, it was a most natural deed,

but now even if you write a poem like this, you’re intolerant, a witch-hunter or even a witch.