Stormin the Mormons like Normandie D-day

The gays are marching on the mormon temple in westwood. Colorful signs of neon pink flourescent greens acid yellow, tangerine, all very effeminate waving in the air like a queer mannerism They'll tear down the gilded statue on top and rape it with glittering star spangled hard-ons, smack lady liberty across the chin with a big rubber cock, ride her down the avenue of the stars and up the constellation, past the Hyatt where the Democrats just staked their victory in an official shabang like a showering roman candle of red, white, and blue. Yes the queers have spoken and they ain't happy and they ain't done yet.