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[Billy]

POEM:     vulgar love

Go ahead. Have your desired object.
Yes, 'God' I am your subject.

You create me so you say.
PLAY is just your way.

Make it, make me.


SO, you are still alone.

No more ryhmes will do.
You are lost and found...
a collection of objects.

If I could hate, I would hate you.


make me part of your dream?
Why?

I will push you to have self-shame.
I do not have any at all.  I never did really.
If there were any--you should have it.


You have brought an us.

...a me and you.
Isn't THAT too much?

I mean, you will SEE...
you will SEE...

Are you so unitive and full of luck?
or are you just a dirty, nasty ***?

You would skip past that.
I would not let you.   I WANT to SEE it.

SEE I...... I myself...
I like the deprecation of your impotence.

You create alright.  SO?
What is EVERYTHING to me?

Though you may favor me,
I will not be impressed like the others.

You love me for this?
You could never impress me.


I will be the one that ran from you...

Scares you too.  I know this, and I don't care.
I don't respect you the way others do (think they do).
Nevertheless, STAY you dirty, nasty ***.

Show me vulgar love.
I LAUGH when in love.
 
dieu et moi
Both alone and joyful.