Oh, he’s gettin’ ready to do trickin’ that’s heavy;
He’s out to get down and he gets paid.
Make swelter on his front porch;
This randy lion comes, torching
Like a lass who trolls to get made.
He will do lunch meat, if you pay the bills.

He’ll dress like John Wayne,
He’ll get some prairie on.
Where are he and his brethren?
Where have all the rentboys gone?

You hear that they’re all leaving,
Trickin’ for the Family, [Research Council]
Trickin’ for the ministry
Or gettin’ kicks beneath a senate seat.
Some are burly workin’ boys, and some are just actors;
On them self-loathing pol poofs are sweet,
Buyin’ boys to thrill ’em. . .cached gays’ anti-gay bills.

There is Larry Craig;
Haggard had hump, huff fun.*
It’s midnight when they’re spending,
“Mares” that want a cowboy on.

Mark Foley once took such delight
In trollin’ D.C. pages; he
Had to say “goodbye.”

The pettin’s gettin’heavy
Before they raise the next levy.
There are steady jobs for men who please.
These men paid for their charms,
Clients’ joints are gettin’ farmed—
Then they blow. . .one more family-values speech.
They’ll rail against swishes, then stow it in the rear.

They’re lost, all young swains.
Where are those prairie buns?
Where’s that chaps chap for spending?
Where have all the rentboys gone?

Where are those gargle-joint men?
Where are their heinie guns?
They’ve church/state dough arrangers—
There’s where all the rentboys gone.
(Where’d George go? rentboy.com)

[fade on anti-gay fulminations by Rekers, Craig, Haggard, Ashburn, Foley, etc.]


*The height of hallelujah hypocrisy, Ted Haggard, disgraced former pastor of the ultraconservative New Life megachurch, not only paid a male prostitute for sex, he also snorted meth with his rentboy.