Frank E Gibbard Posted May 8, 2013 Share Posted May 8, 2013 Legal Alien (as in the Sting song tribute to the late much to me missed Quentin Crisp) A certain homo sapien who Exercised his inaniable due, To flaunt his singular strange ways And his unmale-like purple quiff No matter if, a passer-by may sniff, Feel upset or be bothered by himself. It behoved him to behave As he chose, if they choose To see it depraved that was He supposed their right to in those Illiberal discriminatory days, Before reform’s blaze Of ancient criminal bills Lit in halls and on hills Burned down old bondages, To biblical condemnations That satisfaction lay only one way; Another taboo to be booed out of town. Just as was unjustly Oscar who dared To speak, nay act the fey, And to suffer for being gay Before its time, so too Did Quentin, spat at, battered On the streets of London For his overt henna dye, And too pert a swab of shadow On a shameless eye as he came out To swan about the capital for sport, As he had thought, his one man fight Was worth the regular risk of beatings With “’Yer a queer sod” and likewise Kinds of yokel vocal greetings. Poor Quentin had more than his unfair share Of such unsought unpleasant male meetings. Quentin Crisp, his fame, his lisp That scarlet quaintness of his lips Though slipped away, that gay sashay, Within his prime quite outrée if not unique Yet in his quiet quintessential way très queer A bit passé now but still recalled by Sting whose Valedictory roundelay made crisp and clear; He was “one of those” but as he wished to be Straight as a corkscrew, A legal alien in New York. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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