Picture by LittleEgypt
This coming Saturday marks five years since Terry (aka, Lord Pineapple) passed away. Looking through my old blog posts I came across some of his comments and remembered what a great time I had chatting with him online, even through type he had an English accent ... but maybe that's because he typed as if he was Shakespeare.
I was always amazed at his bravery in losing himself to the characters he created - and the man didn't hold his tongue. When he got diagnosed with cancer he let us know by starting his site ... More Than Just Crabs. Through there he shared how he was doing, along with more poetry by his various characters ... The Three-Headed Sarahs, Blackie Fortuna, Rev. Tobias Trontby, Sophie Lucy Morgan and all the others that lived inside him.
Hopefully where he is they are finding him just as entertaining and that it occupies his time so he doesn't take notice that every once in a while he is missed here.
The story of my life.
To Becca and many others, with gratitude.
I was born without morals
Without empathy
Without love,
So it is amazing in a way
That hardly anyone suffered because of me.
I had my shameful moments
All before the age of about 17,
But I was not really evil.
I have never molested a child.
Never forced a woman to have sex with me,
Never had sexual relations with a man,
Yet I was born without morals,
Without empathy.
It's true that I had good points,
I could not blatently lie
That meant I had to make up new lives for me,
I needed to act,
To be a clown,
To write fiction
And write under various personæ.
It is what people who cannot lie do best.
Sadly I have an arrogance,
I am a terrible name-dropper,
Yet all the none-poets I met
I only met through my job,
And the only Americans
Were poets,
Like Anne Stevenson
The first person to help
Me to start to get published.
But I shamelessy name-drop
Without saying that some of whom I met
(Like John Cleese
Who thought me an insufferible little prig!)
For I was born without morals
Without empathy
Without love.
So why do certain things like the death of someone,
The cruelity to a child,
Wars, poverty and so on
Disgust me so?
To be honest
There is only one reason
I have never hurt, never killed,
Gratitude.
Grateful to people for loving me,
Every man woman or child
Who have made a kind remark to me
Every smile they gave me
And every laugh.
They should have killed me at birth
People said that,
Me included,
It could have been true
If I was not grateful
To wonderful kind people like you.
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