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