Dingo the Dissident

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Tuesday, 12 November 2024

More doggerel.

It was 'rather late in the day'
that I abandoned all hope
of heterosexuality.
I would like to be able to say
that, because of my mother's rape,
I decided to be beard-lovingly gay
– 15 years after my only female lover
relieved herself of me.

But 'things didn't quite work out that way'.
I learned of my mother's single
heterosexual encounter just after
I was beautifully 'led astray'
at the age of forty by the first man
(and first moustache) I ever kissed.

Now I have drifted to the Island
of the Solitary Lotus-eaters,
where I can fade self-lovingly away,
mostly without my hearing-aids
but with my latest-prescription glasses
– and Now might well be Yesterday.

~ 21/7/2024

 

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