He was always a mass of contradictions
A mess of guitar blues upon shaky shores
An unscrupulous x-rated deviant - clearly
Whose preference was always 'spike heeled whores'
He was a total confusion of lust versus love
Seeming always unable to separate the two
Searching for the big words of the 'well read'
Seems obsession and control were all that he knew
He was a pornographer of many lost years
Held auditions in garages of the Golden State, high
He was a pusher and user of the most toxic of drugs
Counting on many of his victims to eventually die
He was an insanely viscous MISCREANT -
An ugly tyranical dark soul filled to overflow
Causing heinous uncalled for suffering and slow death
Where ever his 'Heavy Leaded Shoes' would go
By Theodora Onken
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October 12, 2015
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