The Killing Of Georgie (Part I And II) In these days of changing ways so called liberated days a story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy was gay I guess nothin more or nothin less the kindest guy I ever knew His mothers tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain that he needed love like all the rest Pa said there must be a mistake how can my son not be straight after all Ive said and done for him Leavin home on a Greyhound bus cast out by the ones he loves A victim of these gay days it seems Georgie went to New York town where he quickly settled down and soon became the toast of the great white way Accepted by Manhattans elite in all the places that were chic No party was complete without George Along the boulevards hed cruise and all the old queens blew a fuse Everybody loved Georgie boy The last time I saw George alive was in the summer of seventy-five he said he was in love I said Im pleased George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype but split before the final curtain fell Deciding to take a short cut home arm in arm they meant no wrong A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim to roll some innocent passer-by There ensued a fearful fight screams rang out in the night Georgies head hit a sidewalk cornerstone A leather kid, a switchblade knife He did not intend to take his life He just pushed his luck a little too far that night The sight of blood dispersed the gang A crowd gathered, the police came An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third Georgies life ended there but I ask who really cares George once said to me and I quote He said Never wait or hesitate Get in kid, before its too late You may never get another chance Cos youth a mask but it dont last live it long and live it fast Georgie was a friend of mine Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away Oh Georgie stay
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 22:44:35 +0000
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