i blame @rabbittmouth’s brilliant poem and @dog-of-ulthar’s terrible influence.
to be sung to the tune of the tom lehrer march of the same(ish) name
for the gays are coming back!
to face their gay and undead wrath!
be prepared to face the monsters that you made
when you said our love would send us to our grave.
for every tragic story told
there’s a corpse
ready to come back for your soul.
you thought “oh what a plot twist!” when you killed her for the grief
of her girlfriend’s watching horror, or his husband’s disbelief…
now for each gay who had to die, it’s eye for eye,
so be prepared!
for the gays are gonna rise!
‘cause now they’re coming for your lives!
when we’re dead make sure to bury us real deep,
or we’ll come back up to catch you when you sleep!
you couldn’t bear
to keep the queers around,
but don’t bur-
-y what you can’t keep underground.
is it too much to ask for, for a story we survive?
is it too much to ask for, for the queer kid not to die?
“apparently” the undead hordes declare,
well, be prepared!