Dear Gawd......I wanna be Pope..

I never ride backwards
on train or bus,
I never profane,
blaspheme or cuss,
I'm limpid,
riven of diaphanous stuff
never been given,
to a female ****.
I'm penitent, contrite –
shriven of sin,
compliant, reliant,
I'm bendy n thin.
not quite castrato,
gives good vibrato
to choirboys mullato
with bellybutton fluff.

In Alarias eyes lies
a roast lamb mountain;

in a sea of the worlds - bestest gravy.

"- Too bright the man -"

Met an overly confident man today-
he was bleeding profusely from the nose;
at his feet was strewn a life times
collection of bravado;
added little- by little- by little,
tiny victories accumulated whimsically
in the blue of youth
and hoisted aloft,

beside him stood an old-ish man; "unbleeding"-
light brown and unashamedly humble.

Nine a,m.
- an old suit case
- and blue arsed flies.

Read old news again today,
poverty is dead -
or so they say,
a three ring circus
came to play,
when Maggie snatched -
our milk away.

Watched
three Blue arsed flies
doing the Indy 500
'round my light bulb,

drank coffee - minus milk.

Daves squeeze.

Waayyy below Mozart
n closer to a doggy ****;
she's in painted toe nails
of poodle dawgs;
in colonic irrigation
of a plastic tummy tucked clone,
she's contemporaneous
with minuscule ****
has extraneous fat Dyson'd
cyclonic Mike Tyson'd
and a crows foot is botoxed
- to *** **** ******* death.....death.

so am I wrong to like James Blunt.
am I wrong to like James Blunt.

she's cut n paste n drug n dropped
last seasons face has up n flopped
am I - am I - am I wrong;
--- to like James Blunt.

she sings sour songs in
cavernous bathrooms
with a badly strung violin voice
but smiles the smile of the fuckyoualls
I'malrightjacks,,,

Am I wrong..to.