Why my poems suck

Why My Poems Suck.

I can not compete with some one
whose father or for that fact
mother brother uncle aunt
baby sitter half cousin twice removed
checked out their genitals
from when they were six months old
till well past puberty.
Someone who has finally
come to grips with it after twenty years
of intense psychotherapy
and now writes about it in poem form
for an audience of strangers to amuse
shock or delight at poetry reading
and poetry slams.

My parents were normal.
That's how they fucked me up.

No one snuck into my bedroom
to inspect my genitals
forced me to have sex with them.
Dressed me as a girl
cause they wanted one.
Beat me senseless
cause I was their son.

My poems suck cause.
There is NO ANGER IN ME!
Living a middle class white existence
in this society
in an over paid under worked job.
A job my father finagled for me
cause I was too stupid
to finish high school in 1963
and nepotism rules in the plumbing trade.

My poems suck
cause I now make more
then if I were...the principal of that
high school

Face it...my poems suck
cause my parents screwed me out of
a screwed up child hood
by taking care of me
physically emotionally financially
till the day they died.
Then they had the balls...
To leave me their house! (Those bastards).