This title is (re-)stolen from Calvin and Hobbes. Overly obsessive readers may recall a previous poem that used this title, which was less of a fit there. The new title of that old poem is "Get Your Fucking Shinebox" (from Goodfellas) which makes me much happier for that piece.

I think it's pretty weird that a lot of adults look back fondly on a childhood game called "Smear the Queer." Not quite as weird as the fact that we still have a major sports team named the Redskins, but nonetheless...