my ass is not a penis

the one thing i love about getting older is that it makes it sooo much easier to admit stuff

now, i don`t mind admitting things i have kept hidden in dark caves of my soul
i really don`t give a fiddly diddle any more
laugh at me..or laugh with me...just don`t tell me which
i don`t know if my father ever reads what i write
so if you see him...you can tell him about my ass
it`s too hard to talk about it....much easier writing
i was 12 and we were in niagara falls
why? if there is a hell on earth....no actually hell would be better
if there is a niagara falls on earth
you get the picture...i don`t really enjoy the place
i was 12 and we were there and staying at a niagara fallsian motel close to a putt putt course
i forget why...but my father got angry at me in the room at the motel
i was very....VERY naive at the age of 12
my father got angry at me and said
i bet you don`t even wipe your ass!!
hey...i am admitting something here...so be understanding
this is hard
ok...i told you i was niave....at the age of 12...i thought ass...i thought the word ass was the word for the male organ...yeah....the penis!
i thought my ass was my penis!
fruedian?
so when my father asked me if i wipe my ass
i looked strangly at him
and said
no i don`t¨
why should i?

my father has always thought i am weird..and i am wondering if maybe that one moment in our lives was the defining moment
i have since learned where the ass is located...and yes...i do wipe
and i have learned other things too
i have learned...yeah...weenie larry
about how magical love is..when one has a baba
and i recently learned about moondog
if you haven`t dared listening to moondog
you are an.....
ass, love and moondog
never too late to learn