Quang Ngai Province, Viet Nam, a road-side hootch, little language-student, big-brother, little sis; an accident; Fall, 1967. There are never enough innocents, are there??
After so many guys said they loved me and hurt me, I decided to write this poem. They seemed to know that they would hurt me and this is to teach them a lesson.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG... song lyrics come to mind.. "die motherfucker. die motherfucker. die mother fucker. DIE!"
This is dedicated to the dear boy who, from July 2001 up to who knows how bloody long, has placed himself in my home, and I only wish that he'd just p***-off!
This is part of my Poetic Therapy to tolerate him a lit' bit longer.
