By Monday morning, a furious Mrs. Muzzle pounced on Uncle's lap, took her petite paw and gave his smirking lips several wicked whacks. But he continued to talk as if he was used to that repeating a tedious tale about a dubious time when Smear the Queer was a Hunger Game the neighborhood kids would play. And everyone was proud and happy though no one was proud and gay. Problem people stayed silent otherwise they were gagged, and proper people spoke English with a mid-West accent - the same one Jesus had.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
I thought for sure that Jesus had a mid-East accent.
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Haha. Yes, well-played, sir.
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Growing up in Ohio, I played more than my fair share of Smear the Queer. Oblivious.
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Same here. At times I am stunned by my ignorance.
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Burning message wrapped in superb wordcraft. Which is poetry, it occurs to me.
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Thanks, JMN. I appreciate that very much.
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