WHAT A DUMP!!! 

“What a dump!”—Bette Davis 
BEYOND THE FOREST

“What a dump!”—Elizabeth Taylor
WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF 
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What a dump—
just looking around

All my so-called—
Literary heroes
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Kerouac & Miss Ginsberg—
Ze Beatniks l'enfant terrible

Neal Cassidy the Stud—
Angelic hipster Hustler
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The Fifties & Sixties—
I worshipped them

Every novel, poem—
City Lights Enlightment
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But that was then—
and this is now

Now I’m just another—
Jaded Baby Boomer Queen
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So much for ON THE ROAD—
and Jack Kerouac’s Fifties

Handsome heroic hoodlums—
car thieves braggadocio 
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Cowboy cocky cocksmen—
Gene Audrey look-alikes 

Only queer closeted writers—
like Miss Kerouac could fall
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For cheesy con-artists like—
Neal Cassady hip-hustler prick

Who ditched his male lovers—
along the side of the road
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Neal Cassidy's endless road trips—
strung out on speed and illusions

Found dead in Mexico—
along some railroad tracks
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So much for HOWL and—
Miss Ginsberg’s doomed dharma

So much for Naropa and—
the SF Gay Literary Renaissance
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So much for Judy Garland—
and the Stonewall Riots

So much for all the gone—
Gay bookstores & discotheques
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So much for that whole gone—
Dead AIDS gay Generation

So much for the beatniks—
Hippies and Slackers today
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Welcome to Gay Guignol, honey—
BABY JANE be back again!!!

“What a fuckin dump!”—
Bitchy Bette Davis smirks
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“Your turn, Blanche,” she says—
pushing Joan Crawford’s Wheelchair

Down the fuckin creepy stairs—
BUMP! BUMP! CRASH!!!
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No more ratty din-din—
for nagging bitchy Blanche!!!

No time for dreary deary—
Queer Theory Queen Bees
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Too late for Marlene Dietrich’s—
Weimar cabaret Swan Song

Tragic GLBT alphabet soup—
too late for that too, honey
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Time to strap on your Dildo—
and Sip your last Martini, baby

After all, my dears—
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?