women   molested   me
                           until I turned    thirteen
      at which                        point I began
to ****** them; into my [from a very early age,    
              I felt I was born to be molested; some woman
           or other was        always shoving her hand down
the front of                  my pants: not always my doctor,
         but then again, it seems I'm always pulling head out of some woman's snooch: what goes around, don't it?
late      blooming twenties
            [twilight of punk -Baroque-Rococo-
                               transitioning unhappily into
               suburban               Pre-Pre-Raphaelite: [no Renaissance
     but the dream of the girl-next-door,
                    secretly in love w/ Sally,         a girl w/
          Down Syndrome
making out in the laundry room,
     grinning while she washes her *****
     *******, giggling &    letting me sniff her smelly             ankle sock &
     my finger up her fat ***;
                    when girls ****** anyone;         [teenagers & other's wives]
            [now, a geezer,       in the
twilight of the quest for snooch;
          u know the Fisherking  is  
shooting snooch        in a barrel
of snooches; piling           off  |      the monkey-filled
short  bus of idiots driven       insane by peyote;
she was drunk                was always her excuse;
woman invented beer to give
                        her an excuse;
add 'wo' to '-man' &            everything [             ] becomes true;
as opposed           to hissing trouser     serpent's lies; [                         ]
                          Greeks believed that if a poet was not
                          drunk he was no poet nor philosopher