JT LeRoy

JT LeRoy


I wanna be a boy,
Just like J.T. Leroy
A man that deals in perfect heels
A woman Savannah
‘I sleep with whom I wanna’
Mrs. Argento,
I’m sorry, lo lamento,
It wasn’t meat,
It was just a bundle,
A delicate treat,
Between thighs so humble,
Between lips so sweet,
I am the impossible thick-
ness,
of the abyss,
the void within a boy,
the voice inside a toy,
the one that makes the bliss,
the blizzard, the whore,
the wizard of oz,
the oversized witch,
oh, what a rhyme for bitch,
sounds so fine, perfect pitch,
real men are not straight,
they fall from heaven, from great heights,
always worrying about weight,
so they can fit in their tights,
men are witches too, without devil’s eyes,
true, they say, they’re worse when it comes to lies,
no man of men dares to be homosexual,
these sort of games were foreplay for our own time intellectuals,
we sleep with a hundred women,
we go out and plain segregate our semen,
seamen of the land,
cowboys of the sea,
frontiersmen of America,
Neal Cassadys of sin,
No men’s man is bold enough,
No man’s woman is good enough,
The feminine boy is the new tough,
The masculine roll is the negro,
Not the hip white,
Not the black hype,
But the negro in the noose,
Hangin’ tight, swingin’ loose,
You will all burn, sons of bitches,
Hetero emasculated embryos,
Little babies fed upon baby blue cheerios,
Oh! Little fuckers,
Oh! Oh oh…
You look so cute down there…
On your knees, looking up…
Forever, you will look up to me…
Forever,
You will look up to us,
My boy, J.T.
My man, of fuzz,
Yours truly,
The dame Savannah,
‘I am, who I wanna…’
The man unruly…


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