I was once a racist, bookish kid riding in an old yellow school-bus through the mountainous desert country where I grew up
And what should I say?
Although quite heterosexual, I've now and then had gay fantasies
And what should I say?
Once I upheld the works of Shakespeare and Hesse with Islamist faith
And what should I say?
I spent some time in Thailand and learned some lessons about humanity;
Luckily, I returned Alive from that deep jungle
And what should I say?
In recent years, I've slipped into a decadent and false cynicism,
losing my intuitive understanding of egalitarian progress
And what should I say?
I've been to heaven many times;
when possible, I get a window seat
And what should I say?
The rope of my sanity has more than begun to fray
And what should I say?
the super-modern symphony is out of tune;
I detest it as I do the harsh smell of cologne
floating from pretentious gentlemen's magazines
And what should I say?
This is one of my rare, frank confessions;
Often I have in fucking cowardice hidden
behind these alphabetic symbols
And what should I say?
so very little more,
having said so much before
