Letter to John

Dear John ... (why does that sound immediately funny?),

Did you know that I looked up to you? I bet you did.. Did you know that my life had been destroyed as I lost my temper with a famous faggot and I got blasted by the Murdoch clan's sometimes politically correct papers? I bet you did.

Did you know that I asked you questions about life and smiled at you as you answered and opened up about you? ... I bet you did. Did you know that Alan, that stupid precious 'poof' was 'helping' me by letting me live at his house and that I paid stupid amounts for the privilege? Maybe you did? ...

Did you know that I was a bit 'damaged' and manipulated by your wonderful health system and that I never claimed to be perfect but just marched straight for your dick? I bet you did ... Do you know that I don't really live right and still think of you sometimes and maybe feel your strange lustings? Who the f*ck knows?

I would like to kick yo' corn pone ass then give it a kiss .. My another world completely ... twisted, and deranged and not something I know boy!!! I bet you did!!

Yours Faithfully Doctor Mister John Kenneth Perfectly Aligned With The Right Gods And Special Interest Groups For Now And Then ........... and kiss my ass baybee, I'm off to perve at the Playboy centrefold and smack whose hand? I bet YOU diD!!!

You can't love a tyrant.

You can't love a hard man,
He will crush you to the silt,
You can't love a braggard,
In a time of hatred's guilt.

I love a tyrant and I don't mind that he 'kills',
I love a hard man and he filled me full of pills.
My hat stayed put but but should have hit the floor,
I want to grope his privates and act out like a whore.

F*ck you poem for rhyming, I'll feed you to the dogs,
And kick the sh*t out of the verbs, your crap will fall like logs,
I'm gonna rip his clothes out and tell him how to moan,
And stick it to the faggots who only want a loan.

Then bounce his kiddies on my lap and eat the wifey's tush,
Whacking asses leather, the tyrant's bloody bush,
Punish me Doctor Kiss Arse and lead me to the brink,
And I will grab you with both hands and suck them Nature's drink.

You can't love a hard man,
He will crush you to the silt,
You can't love a braggard,
My bad ass has not wilt.

Did you not favor Glen?

What about the man from Bondi?
With his experience and his successes,
What about the man from Bondi?
He could display the world as a show.

Ah yes, but he was not warm,
And he did not ask about me,
He did not! He was cold,
And he was absent and lost?

What about the man from Bondi?
He had the right people with cameras,
He leant in his tailored suit and smiled,
The angles were perfect and coiffed.

Ah yes, but there was no natural there,
It was well organized and perfectly now,
He had a good address and on song pals,
He was Mister schmick and so loverly.

What about the man from Bondi?
What about him?

Why do I feel?

Why do I hate her for being selfish?
Because she threw the newborn in to the flames.
This is wrong... I trust my feelings.

Why do I love him after he said 'No' to my advance?
Because I know deep inside that we are connected.
And I feel a love and do not hate this.

How do I know not to open this email?
How do I know that the path to the courts is wrong?
Why do I smile at him and feel his climax still?

My feelings are a mystery ... this is sure .. this is sure.
But I trust them. They guide me and I feel safe there.
They are not true ... they do not lie, they are rock.

Could I be mistaken in this? Possibly?
But I still like them and I still favor them.
I like to be love with a vision ... an image?
And I feel it inside me and I give thanks.

Promiscuity.

Have you ever been promiscuous? (If you are under 16 years of age then STOP READING NOW!!!) Yeah, like that's going to work ....

I don't want to poison the world. I don't want to add to the woes. No.

I did go through a promiscuous stage. It didn't last forever. It may never return. But, yes, I was promiscuous. Not sure if I would care if dozens of ladies had jumped me. Hell yeah!?

It was with men and I didn't feel bad afterwards, from what I recall. I liked the sex usually. Sometimes there were many, many partners. Some days were full of activity. It was fun sometimes. And dirty. And stupid. And 'offensive'.

Why are you doing that to my &%$#@ when you have a gold ring on your finger? Yes, the world can be crazy but who loses the most in the end?

I wouldn't recommend promiscuity and I wouldn't bag it either. I went with the flow and I didn't follow someone else's rules. And I didn't get HIV as far as I know and I don't feel that I will burn in Hell forever.

God bless.