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the scolding of the little boy took place several years ago,
and that little boy grew up into a sexy big-dicked mean angry
young man. of course, it would be impossible to say that
that scolding resulted in his turning out this way; still,
ya never know, do ya?  now,
this sexy big-dicked mean angry young man ate what
he wanted, drank what he wanted, fucked pretty much
whomever he wanted, and was generally mean, angry,
selfish, a loose cannon.
if he hadn't been so good-looking, he wouldn't
have gotten away with nearly as much as he did.
and what he didn't get away with, he just
didn't seem to care about. a friend lost,
was, well a friend he wouldn't get to fuck
anymore. but there would be others waiting and
willing to bend into the position. there were always
others. sometimes,
this sexy big-dicked mean angry young man
remembered back to his boyhood,
saw himself being scolded that one time back then
because of, what was it? exactly,
for being? for existing? for talking in a way
that disturbed the silence?
being scolded had made him mad. he remembered
that. being scolded made him really mad.
now,
this sexy big-dicked mean angry young man
talks of love and tenderness, under his
breath, when he is alone,
and when he's not,
people tend to remember the way he
grinds his teeth together. his tight
jaw muscles. the jut of his
pelvis, as he displays his
weapon.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Whisper & Scream Magazine, Vol 1, issue 3, July 1, 2010.)