One Fine Day in May
I met the Soul of a Coward, who had this to say
I am a sell-out, ass-licker and fag, said He
He said this while sitting alone in a park and crying inconsolably
I want you to know and for you to see
I am a murderer, and in the end, their funeral pyres I did not light or even attend. My parents died because of me
I ran away to the West to make money
I became a gay prostitute because I wanted that milk and honey
An only kid was I, and my parents died of loneliness, the worst poverty
To fit in, I cut my hair and changed faith to Protestant Christianity
I looked old and People called me a hag, for their cum, men used my mouth as a bag, my anus as a rag so filthy
Night and day, I was fucked in the mouth and ass constantly
Rich men rented and abused me, poor men swapped cum for food and drugs, and Inmates gang raped me
I hid my homosexuality from my family. I married an idiot woman from another caste and had a girl baby
The girl turned out to be a bigger slut than me
She was a failure in life but a successful prostitute and a white dick addict, she sucked white dick lovingly
She ran away with a bisexual white guy and had a boy baby
That kid is now a criminal, drug addict and like his bi-Trans Dad, has cut his dick off to make a pussy
He said to me, I have untreated STDs and I cannot see. It burns every time I pee
I pay everyday for the crimes I have committed against my parents and family
The joke is on me, it is plain to see
Please do me this final favor Jugraj, promise to let me choose the title, name me a coward and let me use profanity as you turn my life story into poetry
Only God knows my sorrow, my shame and my misery
I am all alone in the world and I pray to God no one should ever love, mourn or remember me
Finally, before dying, He told the truth which was the true cause of his torment, suffering and misery
I had a son too who I, my wife and daughter took turns sexually abusing. From birth to adulthood we tortured him. He was innocent. We are his murderers. His blood stains the hands of us, all three
Write in such a way that when read, people will curse me and pray for my parents, my victims, my sonny
I deserve execution, to be found guilty by the Judge and hanged from the tallest tree
Before I take my life, write a poem as my apology
I am sorry for my actions and for all of the pain I have caused to my parents and my sonny
To all who read my life story, I beg of you, punish me for my sins, to curse my name and to curse me for eternity
One Fine Day in May
I met the soul of a Coward, who had this to say