Come Out, Come Out!

Unlike Matt Walsh, I have no plans to write a homophobic rant against Michael Sam. No plans whatsoever.

No plans. None, nada, zip.

I don’t really care what this individual does in the privacy of his bedroom. I don’t even care if he decides to carry on his private actions all over the kitchen table … as long as it’s not my kitchen table!

I didn’t care to know about Michael Sam … nor Robin Roberts … nor Ellen Page … nor Anderson Cooper … nor anyone else who has made the very public pronouncement of their very private behavior for all of the world to know.

Actually, I think I’ve come to understand that every single person on earth who is not “in the closet” (as it were) should probably “come out” NOW … because isn’t it patently obvious you’re not facing the TRUTH?!!!?

Truth is, I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really DON’T CARE!

But, because I couldn’t have expressed my thoughts any better than Matt Walsh did, I settled on verse.

Michael Sam, coming out, closet, green eggs and ham, free to be, light verse, poetry, poem

Poem: Free To Be … Me!

Renée