Bo Burnham
The Future (Poem)
I reckon (don’t discredit me due to the elderly start)
that in the future, in the far future, if all goes well,
two gay fathers will disown their son
because their son wants to marry his clone.
“It’s unnatural!” they’ll scream.
“It’s an abomination!” they’ll cry.
The son and his clone will run away together,
beside themselves, armed only with love.
They will hide in scrapyards and motel rooms
until the bigotry passes, as it always does.