Kill a man with a high voice. Kill a man who float when he walk. Kill a fish. Kill Boy George. Kill Rock Hudson. Kill a man in short-shorts. Kill a man with no girlfriend. Kill George Michael. Kill the other one. Kill a boy who get A+ on shit like poetry. Kill a poet. Kill a boy who say yes me dear. Kill them boys in the college bathroom. Kill all who wrist limp. Kill a man who sound like Miss Lou. Kill a man who bow down and lick the glamity. Kill the conductor who get catch in a car with another man. Steamy windows. Kill a man who defend battymanism while saying he not a battyman. Kill a man who touch your face. Kill a man who shower every day. Kill a man who hug too tight. Kill a man who shower every day. Kill a man before he spread AIDS.
M. James, The Disappearers (2026), 173
For the avoidance of doubt, I put this here as one of the - excellent - vocalisations of hate in Marlon James' book. I think it's a tour de force. I'm not supporting the sentiment.