The Transgender Agenda

The Transgender Agenda
(a pantoum)

The tabloid press may froth at the mouth
But take it from an eighties gender-bender
However much they scream and shout
There’s no such thing as the trans-agenda

Take it from an eighties gender-bender
And a quick look through human history
There’s no such thing as the trans-agenda
There’s the glory of human variety

With a quick look through human history
When Ray Davies loved Lola, and Genet, Mimosa
There’s the glory of human variety
Right back to Winkte, the Galli priesthood and Hijra

Ray Davies loved Lola and Genet, Mimosa
And Holly from Miami F.L.A. became a she
Like the Winkte, the Galli priesthood and Hijra
Pharoah Hatshepsut wore a beard and became a he

Before Holly from Miami F.L.A. became a she
Emperor Elegabalus did it in the year two-twenty-two
Pharoah Hatshepsut wore beard and became a he
None of this business is anything new

Emperor Elegabalus did it in the year two-twenty-two
Now TERFs and right-wingers invent spurious dangers
None of this business is anything new
Difference and hatred have never been strangers

Now TERFs and right-wingers invent spurious dangers
The tabloid press is frothing at the mouth
Difference and hatred have never been strangers
You can tell by how they scream and shout

But take it from an eighties gender-bender
There’s no such thing as the trans-agenda

There’s just people!

 

July 2023

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