It is this common, dirty love of all Man that does us in. When I was a puling boy, unloved and underpublished, I put my levelled scope to the crew-cut skulls of my class and wrote 5 Man and God at Yale, what a joke! Man's a bastard, and God is not his dad. All my soaring arrows jut suction tips... see? Jefferson's sky-high forehead's still red from where he plucked my one-sided life 10 of concourse off. I'm the best Catholic in my diocese, and when Mary was assumed by Pius X,X,X, I smiled at my blushing girlfriend in her dorm, posing for family photos of the Nativity. So what if God made me? I am what I engendered.
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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