Pretty BoyA by Alejandro Espinoza"Uh... what did she just say?"Pretty Boy A Rant by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza “ ‘ Say it.’ ‘I’m a false prophet and God is a superstition.’ “ “But I must say, if you play with matches you will get burned.” Pathos. It serves as a basis for a few words in the English language. Apathy Sympathy Empathy But most notably, PATHETIC. All humans come from a womb – but who, in all her homelessness and loneliness, is searching for a womb to crawl into and infect? The pretty boy knows where he comes from – the pretty boy doesn’t fear and crawl into the fleshy womb when life rears its ugly horns. Only roaches scatter when the lights turn on. But I saw you , oh most wonderful and powerful seer, violating the uterus of your dream matriarch. I see a sad, bloody, homesick abortion. The pretty boy is what you see. This further proves to him that you can’t see past the dermis. How masculine of you – your psyche so ingrained with the psychology and obsession and longing for a phallus – that you do, passive aggressively – penetrate the tightly woven fabrics of characters of which you haven’t the slightest clue. Who is the rapist? Who is the raped? Who is the violator? Who is the violated? But the pretty boy is just a kid. Hell, he cant possibly have gone through any type of pain. He’s untouched, he’s pure, he’s a moral virgin. His genitals don’t contain a wrinkle – and his balls haven’t dropped. Because obviously it takes more than seventeen years to understand what overwhelming pain feels like. But I understand, really. I’ll tell pretty boy that he’s nothing but baby food. Soft, moist, amorphous, and easy to regurgitate. But, before you vomit, just tilt your head back. Keep it tilted until you asphyxiate. That is, if you haven’t already trying to swallow your ignorance. The pretty boy is your invention. Who is the rapist? Who is the raped?
Your hot potato only burns hands You’re an instigator, who hardly understands That anything you touch with your psychic hands Is automatically soiled with your pretentious glands And if your test of maturity I do not pass You can shove that potato right up your a*s Pretty Boy only asks that you try something new But you’re predictable and thoughtless, so I guess that’s something you can’t do. Anyone can rhyme But in your life, sometime You’re got to try something with grit Cause I’m sure people are getting tired of the same old s**t. © 2009 Alejandro EspinozaAuthor's Note
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