pomes of buddy don: God's Words Matter Little

God’s Words Matter LittleYour Rushes, your Newts, your Rudys, your Freds,And even your straight-shootin’ Saint John McCains,Have all left their marks in and out of the bedsOf the ladies they loved as they ran their campaigns,Proclaiming the need to sanctify marriage,Not by being true to the ones they first marriedBut by making sure that they loudly disparagedThe wish to be wed by the gay folks