F E FEELEY Jr

@fefeeley.bsky.social

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Noted author, poet, producer, and all-round badass FE Feeley Jr is one of the most important queer voices writing today. He lives in the Deep South with his fur babies and spends his time campaigning for social justice and occasionally howling at the moon.

There was a man left behind in Ellis island
His body lay at the foot of the great green statue, her flame held high
He was blonde headed, his face turned to the sun
His unseen eyes were green and his beard was red
Born the fifth child of seven from the Emerald Isle
He was an uncircumcised heathen of Irish descent
There was a tourist map in his right hand
A passport clutched in his right
A hole where his third eye should be
And his future pooled around his head

It has been two years saving his money
Putting away every cent he made from hearding sheep and baling hay
“Come to America,” they said on tv.
“Come to the land of opportunity.”
“All the niggers are gone. All the spics and wops and chinks too
The faggots and broadway and Jews are all dead
The dykes are all having babies now that they’re cured by Christ and the baptist cock

So what happened to this poor O’Malley, O’Brian, oh for fuck sake aren’t they all the same?
Well, its quit simple really
When they killed the culture, killed the struggle, killed the dreamers, the folks who built the railways, highways, and picked their fruit
The white trash needed a new target even though this onee was white as snow

The pretty white boy, with generations of pretty white children in his balls
Just happened to be a papist
So when he stepped up off the boat, wrote his name beside the X
The starving, mindless, maga maniacs gone sterile from the measles
Shot him dead for the love of a few billionaires
Who stole their sons to die in factories
And who stole thier daughter to make them whores