so I wake up from this dream in the summer of 2015 with a poem/song in my mind or at least the first stanza and I go down into the lobby of the hotel where we are staying my family and I in Charlotte and I write the rest of the poem all day I try to remember where the tune comes from and then at night I walk out of the elevator and it hits me - Ms. Suzy Had a Steamboat - so I hesitate but eventually I send it to Wendy Doniger at the divinity school and she likes it but she doesn’t know that I’ve been listening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. (Wendy Darling) or that my high school girlfriend who broke up with me yes there was another guy at the end and I’ve been thinking about her every day for literally 30 years and then because Wendy likes the poem she calls it fine and thoughtful it gives me confidence and I keep writing and posting and sending for example I put poems on the altar at Georgetown and near a Madonna and Child statue and then the Secret Service visited me and asked me if I had a gun which I am not legally allowed to have because of the bipolar but if they gave me one and the monster of the American Unconscious with the orange hair was across the table from me would I shoot him and I said yes because he is evil and embodies all of our country’s worst qualities and they were honestly intrigued by my ideas and my reminder of Virginia’s motto from George Mason - sic semper tyrannis! - which usually translates as thus be it ever to tyrants but they didn’t know this so they took my picture in my Moby **** House of Kebab T-shirt and the picture of the depakote and risperdol I take for the anxiety and psychosis and mania and now I’ve written 4000 poems approximately in 4 years and can’t stop and keep attacking the white racist trumpfucks that have brought fascism ******* you ignorant nazis to our country and I told both Wendy and Susan that I love them both and i cant stop writing but I better now because it might be rhyme time ...