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04-05-2017, 11:25 PM
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Obscene Same-sex attracted Doggerel
I have been productive on a sex poem and contain found Auden’s disacknowledged “The Platonic Blow” very helpful. What impresses me most is that he is able to convince me that the poem is something written on a bathroom wall while never letting me forget that the poem was written by a master.
Its history is fascinating. I didn’t know about the poem until last year when a very homosexual and very beloved old New York poet read it to me (he used to jog with Andy Warhol). I think he was assessing my sexual orientation.
Here’s the history:
Auden described writing a "purely pornographic" poem in a letter to Chester Kallman in December 1948, as an addition to the "Auden Corpus". Auden jokingly suggested that Kallman write an similar poem about "the other Major Act" (anal sex) to be published together on "rubber paper for stained old
MY KIDNAPPER IS DEAD, AND MY DADDY'S LITTLE SHY BOY IN ME, IS WITH DAD
DING **** MY KIDNAPPER IS Defunct , THAT IS WHY I ALLOWED TED BUNDY
TO TAKE ME YEAH, I WANTED TO KIDNAP MY KIDNAPPER
HOPING THE SPIRIT Society CAN **** MY KIDNAPPER, OH YEAH
I KNOW IT’S ****** Difficult, CAUSE, THE SCHITZOPHRENIA, WAS GIVING ME THE ****** YRGE
I Establish IT HARD TO RID THE URGE, SO I MADE TED BUNDY’S GHOST TIE ME UP
BUT THIS MADE ME FIGHT MY FATHER, AND FORCE ME ON MEDICATION
WHICH MADE THE NICEST Male, BUT MY KIDNAPPER KEPT COMING BACK
DING **** I WANTED MY KIDNAPPER DEAD, I KNOW I ANNOYED A LOT OF PEOPLE
TRYING TO GRAB THEM OH YEAH
I GRABBED A FEW SCHOOL MATES, AND THAT IS WHY I WAS TREATED LIKE A YEAH MATE YEAH KID
I WANT TO GET REOFORMED, BUT A VOICE SAID, NO YOUR NOR REFORMED
AND I WORKED AT THE RAINBOW, HELPING THE MENTALLY ILL
AND I FELT LIKE A HAPPY CHIRPY COOL KID GOING TO THE BEACH AND BUSHWALKING
AND WORKING IN THE RAINBOW KITCHEN, AND NOBODY WANTED TO TEASE ME
CAUSE I HELPED TO GIVE THEM A MEAL, I WAS A Cold KID, AND VERY VERY CHIRPY
AND THEN IN 2002, I FELT REALLY CRAZY, THE PARANORMAL SHOVING VOICES IN MY HEAD
WHICH WAS, I WAS THE KID, KILLED BY THE ******, THE AME
This is my gay poem
My poem about pride
And about finally coming out to my parents after 23 years
But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears
Never bothering to question where they got the cotton from.
And I haven’t seen my father since then
And I am holding on to the not many memories where I was happy at home
Where I didn’t want to leave
Where I didn’t want to leave
Where I didn’t wish to die
I was still a child the first time they said they hate gay people
I was 11 when I first remember thinking they were right.
And every year after I hid deeper and deeper until I was drowning
Until my lungs were screaming out for air
And I never looked back
Or at least I could never go back
But sometimes I miss a pretty scarf or hat I left in that closet and have to convince myself I am greater off without them
No matter how safe they made me feel
Or how passionate the fabric
But I shattered that closet
It doesn’t exist
I threw a brick through its doors
And Martha P. Johnson did it first
And we will continue to throw bricks
Until they finally stop killing us
Until we stop counting hate crimes like sheep
Just to collapse back asleep
I want to know that Matthew Shepard and so many o
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