Pass the Ketchup by Kristina Woodhill Poor boy never had a chance, poor boy named a name, he had to dance, poor boy little pecker in his pocket all the other boys would dock it naming names, so easy, fun word toy. Small boy grew new skin each time, small boy just to hide the taunt knife's slice, small boy coulda been a Jew or gentile, didn't matter, foreskin cut while laughter filled his head with others' mean, mean joy. Name's a name except when fame comes calling, overcompensation may spark crawling; forced to daily think about it, now he's out there, photos shout it, modern side-show techy, pants-ed and falling. 06/11/2011 Author's Note: Anthony Weiner (slight edit) Posted on 06/11/2011 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/11/11 at 07:30 PM ...i am awed. the first read was puttin' me in the ropes; the second read whipped my arse; a pic of me from then til now[sans the stardom-well, except for MY idea of being the center of the universe] ergo, my worries were my head, my exaltations, just that too. a heavy piece of words. Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/11/11 at 07:33 PM A absolute gem. I also read it a couple of time- well worth the time. A GREAT write! Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/11/11 at 07:58 PM I was I could think of something useful to say, but I'm too busy trying to lift my jaw from off the floor. I'll just write that this was extraordinary. Posted by Mo Couts on 06/12/11 at 03:19 AM This was absolutely wonderful; awesome read. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/25/11 at 12:57 AM Shameful media circus aptly put to words. Where do these people come from? And more importantly where do they go after they've had their fifteen minutes of infamy. Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/28/11 at 05:16 PM Thanks for this, Kristina. I am with Chris... where do these people come from? You touch on a such a vulnerable subject and your bringing in the small boy makes it poignant. I am having trouble saying as much as needs to be said to honor your poem. Thanks again. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)