This poem was written for a different website (one VERY secret and inaccessible to the naked eye or un-invited--www.myfamily.com: The Ken and Gladys Dyal Infiltration). It came in response to something my oldest sister wrote. She grew up in a different era than many from my generation did. In her day, there was a man that was more sex symbol than mortal and whose voice brought kings and rulers to their knees. That man was George Michael.
Old Georgie-Pants had some secrets, though. The dark side of George broke my sister's heart and for that... this poem was begotten.
Ode to George--from the perspective of the bleeding cup whose heart is Jen's
Man of supposed destiny in many a woman's dreams,
Un-closet-ed truth: he's not what he seems.
Fair maidens left reeling: ever only just friends.
No chance for love-future; he only likes mens.
The cries of a thousand straight men hit our ears,
"We've been telling you this; for years now, FOR YEARS!"
But a woman's judgment at times may be blind,
when before her stands and sings a man oh so fine.
For years you have split asunder foul noise,
with your soothing beautiful broke-back voice.
Yet, I bid thee farewell dear George--I move on.
In my heart no longer will I carry your song.
