I loved and I loved and I loved.
They hated and they hated and they hated.
So I loved a little more. And I waited.
They were in the antechamber, and I was in the hall.
They were discussing me, and I listened to it all.
A long, innocent childhood was the center of my life.
It went on forever, until I finally found a wife.
The greatest disgust it is possible to see
Is the young acting old and the old acting young, sexually.
We make ourselves into innocents. We go into the woods.
We watch horror movies. We wear hoods.
We watch our aged mother drinking wine.
We see our old auntie drawing the line.
The motorcycle and the natural scene and the pet
And the search for central individual meaning: great.
The philosophy of the All and the philosophy of “what’s important to me”
Will never understand each other, so pour it in gradually.
They loved and they loved and they loved.
I hated and I hated and I hated.
I sent my poem to my successful friend. And waited.
Scarriet 
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