shers@oz.BERKELEY.EDU (Alex Sherstinsky) (01/20/86)
Alex Sherstinsky
January 19, 1986
I AM NO SAINT
I'm six foot-two, have broad shoulders,
I'm slim and handsome, got blue eyes.
I never had to see a doctor --
've Been strong and healthy all my life.
And I am learned. Without bragging,
It isn't bad at twenty three
To have a master's from Carnegie
And Ph.D. from M.I.T.
For smoke or drink have never cared.
Like helping others where I can,
And always try to be a fair,
A friendly, kind, and gentle man.
But every time I feel compassion
And fall in love, when morning breaks,
In my perpetual frustration,
I find her stolen by the snake.
That snake will promise her excitement,
Convince her she's a center-fold,
Until hypnosis of enchantment
Makes all his lies so nicely sold.
An honest man is now foreign
To girls who've felt the vampire's fang.
For them, a normal love is boring,
Their erotic love brings pain.
I spoke to one: an empty smile.
She walks away (I don't feel hurt),
But hurts to tears when in a while
She slow-dances with a dirt.
What's wrong with girls who cling to users,
To scum, to trash that want no more
Than boast girls to other losers
And have their own private whores?
Why do girls listen to the perverts
Who see no wrong in being used?
What makes them think that those "experts"
Are not insane, are not confused?
Of course they are! Hence, all the noise
And "freedom" crap they try to feed
To us, while they, "The Good Old Boys",
Indulge in low, selfish needs.
This girl, whose name, with mine together,
Was written in the heavens' book,
Fell for the devil's gaze forever:
God's love, corrupted by the crook!
I wish that Eden never happened,
No serpent, no Adam and Eve,
And no seduction with the apple,
From whence the rot has been conceived.
I am no saint. My wounds need healing,
But I have little hope for that,
Because a saint has no feelings,
And I am here raving mad.