Poezja

Christmases come and Christmases go, with them comes the thought
Of all the Childhood Memories that the passing years have brought

Sugar plum fairies, Winged Angels, Circling snow swept skies
Broken heart, tear's and fears, Crooked smile's disguised his demise

Eldest sister fondling, dressing him up in her favorite doll clothes
Tasting memories, suckling all, down to her sweet soured toes

Stinging searing ice fire numbness, jousted through the enema hose
Humiliated bent broom stick pleading, God's deaf ears on near death throes

Longing to share the secret compulsion, always forever to smother
Inhibitions released, adorned in silk n lace, hiding it, undercover

Ending in fate most all his traits grew into a life long style
Surrendering to the obsessions, a transvestite pedophile