douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: XXXXVIIII: To Restore Contempt


However justified my contempt might be,
The critics were contemptuous of me.

With honorable intent,
And being the person she was,
My love went among those guys,
Diverted them with low strokes
And made me convinced,
To restore contempt,
I too had to go with those blokes;
I mean, be the person I was.

A fool.

Their contempt became ridicule.

Mine became disgust.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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Getting towards the end of Baudelaire: Beatrice, Metamorphosis of the Vampire and Voyage to Cythera.

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