Famous Poets

        unlike other famous poets,
 I was not born ugly.
 In fact, I was angelic,
 of the Michael Angelo variety.
 I became - I grew into
 my Disgusting-ness.

 i was not always this fat,
 sagging, bag of old sins;
 i was, by all accounts,
 tremendously attractive,
 for a child.

 my voice was not yet raw
 with impotent rage;
 a veritable croon
 charmed the world
 from out of my lips.

 i was not this pitiful waste;
 according to all my teachers,
 i was filled with potential,
 capable of anything… legal.

 i had a sharp, not square,
 but well defined,
 chin, and a straight nose.
 Only my ears were questionable,
 however, that resolved itself
 before I was five.

 The young ladies of the time
 found my thick, greasy, straight
 locks of dirty blond hair
 exotic;
 enough to come out from their yards,
 call after me: "Guedo!",
 arms stretched out
 to touch me - my hair.

 my slender figure
 demanded attention,
 middle-aged men in Cameros
 and Firebirds
 offering $20 to let them suck my dick;
 i was not always unable to get a free drink
 in a gay bar