Fuck you Daddy--fuck you for never
saying, "I love you, son." Fuck you.

Material wealth is fantastic, thanks a bunch.
But now I have all the possessions I want,
in fact--I'm beginning to abhor commercialized
greed--repulsed by new, shiny, and expensive toys.

I lack an emotional stability. I'm starved
for caring affection, attention--that which
you never gave to me, I now seek from other guys.

Repulsing you--satisfying me.

11/24/2004

Posted on 11/24/2004
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