freaking out
Who has not been through it?
A complete loss of all dignity and pride,
of self-esteem and everything you thought was yours forever,
just because some silly incident, some awkward situation,
something perfectly ridiculous and accidental,
such as finding your wife's lover in her bed,
an operetta situation, humanly deplorable and perfectly preposterous,
and all you ever dreamed of is forgotten, crushed and broken up in pieces
with a broken heart and tears and years ahead of misery, remorse and sorrow,
all because of human weakness, everybody being really innocent.
But that is how it starts, the real romance,
the suffering, the pathos, the profundity and melancholy,
and you melt away in sweet senttimentality and self pity forever,
drowning all your sorrows in a glass that never ends,
the chalice of your martyrdom being refilled forever.
That's how the carreer begins for the professional freak,
who nevermore can be quite certain of his sex,
he can do anything for love, turn homosexual or bisexual or whatever
but will never turn a Lesbian, unless he becomes a woman,
which of course could be another choice of his, or hers,
depending on what sex or kind of sex he chooses,
if she suddenly becomes a man or he a woman.
So, in brief, enjoy yourself, whatever kind of sex you have or are.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 09:46
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197. Ridiculous lovers and other freaks
Who has not been through it?
A complete loss of all dignity and pride,
of self-esteem and everything you thought was yours forever,
just because some silly incident, some awkward situation,
something perfectly ridiculous and accidental,
such as finding your wife's lover in her bed,
an operetta situation, humanly deplorable and perfectly preposterous,
and all you ever dreamed of is forgotten, crushed and broken up in pieces
with a broken heart and tears and years ahead of misery, remorse and sorrow,
all because of human weakness, everybody being really innocent.
But that is how it starts, the real romance,
the suffering, the pathos, the profundity and melancholy,
and you melt away in sweet senttimentality and self pity forever,
drowning all your sorrows in a glass that never ends,
the chalice of your martyrdom being refilled forever.
That's how the carreer begins for the professional freak,
who nevermore can be quite certain of his sex,
he can do anything for love, turn homosexual or bisexual or whatever
but will never turn a Lesbian, unless he becomes a woman,
which of course could be another choice of his, or hers,
depending on what sex or kind of sex he chooses,
if she suddenly becomes a man or he a woman.
So, in brief, enjoy yourself, whatever kind of sex you have or are.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 779 times
Written on 2006-09-13 at 09:46
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