Just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
Last chance to get off of this train...

Published in Babel Magazine.

I saw a nun walking down the street,
clothed in her lily linen,
and her black habit reminded me
of my personal demons, innate perversions
and I wanted to f*** her
.
I don't mean just f*** her,
I wanted shag her rotten
until the blood mixed with sweat,
fear, and the terrible loathing
inherent with my tainted
pearls of perversion
.
Why?
Because I'm a f***ing midget!
Not just any midget,
(don't you dare with that PC little people bullshit)
but a goddamn midget clown
I can't get a job with anyone except
Jackass, a circus, or Howard Stern
and I know, I f***ing know
that God is cajoling
up in the heaven on high
getting his jolly f***ing rocks off
on my plight; on my pain
alongside the junkies and whores,
the drunkards and monsters
that do worse than bump and grind
in the night, but stay maddeningly, infuriatingly silent
.
Yeah, a jug of wine, you, and me
sure thing...