A SAD MAN finally appeared last night at Galleria Unplugged (my gallery of the streets) in South Florida very briefly for a photo op in this blog. Did I tell you that I have now graduated from the UoU (University at the door Of the Universe) with a degree: Passionné de Contraire. This is my aspiration to elevate myself above the argument of whether one should use pepper or salt... Though not to a position of exclusivity, as in "better than thou", but certainly outside the milieu of the rhetorical, if that is possible in my case, as a stupid, indoctrinated boy from the forest.
A SAD MAN, my latest work of art, will be a test of my academic achievement, the posit of which resulted in a book, which is now in manuscript form, ready to go to the publisher. This book will be available for sale at any venue where I will present my art and spoken word performance.
I am now faced with a new challenge, that will require me to defend myself, intelligently and with a sanguine state of mind while not looking entirely imbecilic.
A SAD MAN is graphic, so I feel I must expose him with a level of judicious advice to young and innocent minds. He arrives amid a global outcry at male predator abuse against women and children and at this time when media buttons are flashing all over the board, stirring up reactions of rage and hysteria at tsunamic levels… enough to cut the dick of every man on the face of the earth.
In this mob tide, A SAD MAN appears, ready to be dangled, innocent or guilty, from that big old oak branch on boot hill.
It is here where I take my stand…
Ready to defend that magnificent sexual man
From global castration
To travel with me in my van
To stand in his corner like a man
Bold, compassionate, re-pute-able
Against the toxic, mindless babble
Selamat tinggal
Rod
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