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Moments of Clarity (rev 1) [Dec. 10th, 2004|11:42 am]
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(MP3 of the Poem)


moments of clarity
overtook my being,
as i lay on the ground
unaware of the previous beating.


see this is where the story begins,
as the superhero deciphers,
that the WHOLE WORLD,
is on FIRE,
he is the KEROSENE
being DOUSED on its DESIRES.


now,
don't get me wrong,
i don't want to turn this
into some type of hip-hop song,
but this is the only way i can be sure,
that my heart,
is still pumping, thumping,
grinding, and bumping,
to the vivacious booty jungle rhythms
cascading across Club Eternity’s dance floor.



first,
i wasn't born a superhero,
i had to take classes,
with women who could boot my assets,
so far up and down the sidewalks of life,
that i swore i was eighty when i was only twenty-five.


secondly,
i bet YOU,
went to COLLEGE,
jumped through hoops
in pursuits of knowledge.


ME,
i had something far worse.
imagine dodging bullets
or leaping off buildings
HEAD FIRST.


see those are just examples
of the acrobatic fathoms
i had to endure,
just to be considered
a compadre
in their union
with benefits galore.















now I admit,
gangs are worse,
and the outfits
are far more attractive,

but superheroes,
we have to advertise
our bravado,

sell
ourselves,

accentuate
our packages,

be remembered
not forgotten,

be applauded
not taunted,

be debonair
not misanthropic?















but i guess you are wondering
who i am…

i guess that is a fair question,
since every superhero has a name,
and what is in a label,
but a marketing gimmick?



so,
i am the...

WOMANIZER!



no wait,
that didn't gestate right,
i must have been drinking
too much jack daniels
the previous night.



I AM THE LADIE'S MAN!


ok stop the press,
i don't have the hair or the dew,
to perpetuate such a wild taming of the shrew,
unlike Tim Meadows did with that SNL skit gone WILD.














i am the...

PHILANDERER!
the MASHER?!
the PLAYBOY?!
the TOMCAT?!

ummm... i am the...

PLEASURE SEEKER!


wait pause the tape,
i don't want the government
thinking i'm some kind of missile,
or the porn industry,
using my likeness for some kind of dildo...


i am the…

WHOREHOUND?!
the CHARMER?!
the SEDUCER?!

DON JUAN?!


NO!

I AM THE

LADY-KILLER!














but that was a slip,
cause i was chained, handcuffed,
and put in jail,
lickity split!

for it seems,
that some knife wielding killer,
had used that name on a letter,
left at a crime scene last week...


but after hours of deliberation,
court and lawyer fees,
i was released from jail!
DEBACLE FREE!

so the press swarmed like vultures,
who attempted to poke and prod,
but were relatively unimpressed,
by my lack of spandex,
abs,
and
relative style.













nevertheless,
i got a biography produced
by the guy who did Seaquest.


people began to understand,
why i felt i was a superhero.

the director,
he DELVED into my PAST!

exploring the inner workings,
studying all my jerkings,
and realized i was a man,
with a plan to just please
and tantalize, each and every
Nubian princess and innocent angel.


but see i didn't expect,
for it to work in my favor,
cause everything was easy,
till you realized, women,
are as finicky about physical caresses,
as an orthodox Jew is about keeping kosher.

so in the end,
i just listened and pondered,
massaged and kneaded,
each and every passion into a
formula of reaction.

no one could resist my endeavors,
when they realized i wanted to only pleasure,
and didn't really desire much in return.













but then,
i met HER,
my arch nemesis...
this black leathered princess of pleasure herself:

DOMINATRIX!


now at first i was frightened,
afraid of the skills she possessed:

her soft and nimble fingers,
succulent wet and tender lips,
even her luscious, curvy hips,

were nothing in comparison to her eyes,
that saw right through me,
that made me drop my linen,
and run away like a scared chicken.




BUT,
IS THIS THE END OF THE DEBONAIR
DEFENDER OF WOMANLY PLEASURE?!


TUNE IN NEXT WEEK:
same tantalizing time,
same orgasmic pleasures...
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