Mourning Columbus Day

By G.A.

October 11th is here again
The irony is not lost on me
A day for a discover of nothing
Of a land already claimed

But my own lies make his pale in comparison
Mine are conscious choices
I die a thousand deaths at my own hands
But I pretend not to mind the pain

Let me slip behind my mask
Let me fulfil the norm
Let me live in suburban paradise
'Til I can't stand it any more

I don't want a manicured lawn
I don't want a white picket fence
I don't want a smiling husband
The prospect chills me to the core

All I want is to live my dream
To find my own mistaken Indies
To rant and rave and scream
All about the futility
Of National Coming Out Day



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