One of many about him.


I see a lot of I in Me

I am so centered

I feel so much

I have a this gift to mentor

To feel without touch.
With this gift I have, I pretend you matter

With a smile and a touch

An emotional platter

That burns with lust


I worry they see me

When they catch I lie too much

They see what I hide

I rather die than expose my crutch