the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man,
Bobby John Jack in the alley sittin' hard in the cadillac, Dusty Springfield blastin' from the leopard deck, speakers in back,
the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man,
"can you get away tonight Pony Boy?" Bobby John Jack asked, lurin' me to bite.
"might." looking down to see how much he'd grown, leather gear strapped around his muscled rear, son of a preacher man, he's queer,
"tonight, Bobby John Jack." I walked away slow so his coconut suntan oil didn't fade, took out my silver Zorro, the gay blade and cut the air, I had it made,
elevator took me up to floor 22 Asian, African, German, Jew, some gay, some straight too, don't think I made it, heard the plane hit the tower, God! We're dyin' forgive our sins, black smoke inferno, terrorists in power,
"not tonight, Pony Boy." Bobby John Jack planted me a memorial flower,
the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man...
Dear Sage
Wow... Well done entwining ‘happy-go-lucky’ lifestyles with that unspeakable tragedy ... highlighting our oneness through it all!
Powerful stuff .. and I wanted to be all light hearted and say: 'the pic looks like an ol' Sydney danceparty boy to me' ... alas i did it anyway!
Thank you for the variety of emotions!
Love, Suzie
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Wow... Well done entwining ‘happy-go-lucky’ lifestyles with that unspeakable tragedy ... highlighting our oneness through it all!
Powerful stuff .. and I wanted to be all light hearted and say: 'the pic looks like an ol' Sydney danceparty boy to me' ... alas i did it anyway!
Thank you for the variety of emotions!
Love, Suzie