my web page

My web Page

I’m telling you this because the experts
say I can have my own page, so at last
I can tell you that my father was a swine.

My words of complaint came too late,
driving on the dirt roads of Idaho with
my drunken dad is not a story to tell.

There are so many stories on the net
of children abused that reading them
all causes compassion fatigue.

I kissed her sex, her delight shone on
my face. She kissed me too, said I was
her lover but left me for her husband

I have exposed, myself to a world
indifferent to my woes, but would
eagerly drink my tale were I famous

Safe in obscurity you can scour every
web page in the world, the answer
is: “ we don’t know that name.”

My father’s son could do no wrong;
he’s got diabetes, the sanctimonious,
old crock, yet he is loved by women.

I’m, an advocate of innocent reality,
my client is not guilty, come spring
we’re going on a holiday to Greece.