The Gayest Place on Earth
Jammed into a sardine can
ripping through the sky
at thirty-five thousand feet,
no one asked me
if I favored cock or pussy
for over two hours—
I guess it was either altitude sickness
or they didn’t give a shit.
We all shared our misery the same,
hating the ungrateful little bastards
kicking our seats
more than each other’s sexual orientations.
And when we lowered beneath the clouds
and when Florida revealed itself,
I raised my finger at the window
to the governor,
and offered a greeting from America.
According to Disney
my trip was soon to start
in the Gayest Place on Earth
DeSantis must have forgotten which State he ran for.