games people play


i really hate all the games people play

adults should no longer behave this way

say what you mean & mean what you say

i wonder how many lies you’ve told today

thinking one thing but saying another to my face

got people believing i’m the bad guy you claim

refusing to own up to the part that you played

ignoring my attempts to contact you & explain

promoting false notions that abuse was sustained

sneaking and peeking at my twitter homepage

reading my entries here on JNez@thirtydaes

in agreement my semen reimbursed what you gave

i explored other treats but my babies were saved

you’d implore me to skeet them all over your face

but then you pretend to forget our arrangement

reject all my overtures to end our estrangement

it’s all my fault you keep insisting you’re blameless

but my truth will endure & your lies will be replaced

you’ll want back what we had but by then it’s too late

just remember that we were too old for these games

regardless how it starts our ending is still the same


only abortion

penises look better with foreskin

only abortion is worse than circumcision

American dicks are uglier than European

god put skin there for a reason

how could you think i wouldn’t need it

mama why did you mutilate my penis

i’m tired of hitting on straight guys

i’m so tired of hitting on straight men

how the hell am i supposed to know

i’ve eroticized our friendship

and the feeling isn’t mutual

mass follower exodus

i’m sad but i’ll get over it

bad follower etiquette

i had been in control of it

that follower better quit

tonight i want to let go of it

lemme satisfy your curiousity

of what a same sex experience would be

take advantage of your impaired judgment you see

come here….come to me….let me

be your escape, stress we work off together

free your restraint can we jerk off together

no intercourse

bold inner force

whatever orifice

fits your oral fix

let me be a masturbaid

while you masturbate

the sexiest thing ever

your foreskin forever

one time doesn’t make you gay

what else do we say

23 messages on a4a today

we’re not supposed to get off on each other this way

sex therapy

share your body

what the hell is supposed

just another’s will imposed

not supposed to give in to those

irresistible urges to pick my nose

a most complete film is composed

yep…after you smoke, thingy..u know

mucous starts to harden in your nostrils

it’s habit forming to put your finger

in your nose and try to expertly sever

the most complete film of mucous ever!!!

i’ve done so much more in my endeavors

but now teddy pendergrass is dead

and haiti is in ruins

and why do i keep hitting on straight guys

of mick and men

nephew, my nephew. i would have never thought you’d be so disrespectful to me. i loved you before you were born. you were the first person to make me want to sacrifice everything for. i had more than love for you; i exalted you. we were beyond close. i raised you along with your mother, father & grandmother.

you’re a man now, 18. you called me to express your feelings about me and our relationship and that convo ended in a shouting match of unspeakable insults. you tried to tear me apart with your words. you are so young; there is much to learn. i was willing to give you a pass as long as you didn’t confront me again but now you have and i’m done.

something went horribly wrong somewhere in our relationship around the time you were 12 that brought us to this woeful end. i understand i’m not perfect but neither are you…the older you get more i’ve realized that. i always thought you were perfect, that we raised you perfect because we all had perfect, unblemished love for you.

we all had issues though…you grew up around a lot of fighting and drama. i was hoping you wouldn’t be affected but now it’s clear that you were and now you have issues too. your mother and father already feel guilty for that and i do too. we thought we shielded you from the personal struggles we all faced but now here you are all grown up, 18 and with your own issues.

i’m pessimistic about our chances to reconnect soon, nephew. i have to back away from you again. you have given me hurt, deep hurt. all the love i have for and have given to you, this is how you repay it…with pain? challenging me, wanting to fight, calling me with hateful confrontations of situations you had no business expressing such strong opinions on. you’re too young to understand these adult things between your mother, grandmother and myself, yet you keep intruding on them; you’ve been doing this since you were 13.

your verbal assassination never again hurt as much as it did the first time though. a little bit of something expired in me but i still continued to love you and support you, from a distance. i couldn’t tolerate the hurt again. but now you’ve gone and done it again.

why didn’t you just leave things alone between us. give you and me both some time to give each other the benefit of the doubt about what each is doing with his life. i was already sore at you about the iPhone situation, which i never really addressed to you. i chose to give you my iPhone when i got a new one last june, for your birthday. i had other options for it but i gave it to you. never saw it again. you claim a software update wrecked the jailbreak but you still never produced the phone, even after i asked you.

whatever….so you decided to call me tonight and go in on me. no respect whatsoever, speaking to me as if i were your peer. you spout all this dung about you, you, you, how you feel, how we make you feel, how i make you feel. boy please. i can’t imagine that you would have anything to feel deprived about considering the abundance of love in which you were raised. you never wanted for anything…time, love, money. i thought sure you were going to college but you graduated high school last june and are not interested. you claim you’re a producer and you get paid for beats. that’s your income. ok. we’ve never seen any paychecks or proof of this income or benefited from it, because you’ve always kept it to yourself. you still haven’t gotten a “real” job yet…by 18 your mother and i were on our 4th or so but that’s not the point…

i gave you everything mick. i was 18 when you were born and it changed me. you were the first baby of our generation, you and dakima. you had everything first and always with fanfare. i don’t understand why you have issues??? or do you have issues?

you must have issues to keep coming at me with these verbal confrontations every few. be easy. if you’re tight with me, stay away from me. no contact. that’s how we do things. there’s no need to call me with your venom saved up and assault me. i could have done the same thing to you because you have disappointed me but i let it ride. you’re young…you will do young things. heck i got my own kids to raise now lol. but i cannot be in your life if you continue to come at me like this.

i love you, your mother, and your grandmother as always. you guys probably don’t think so just because i stopped communicating via telephone but these new mediums are more efficient for me. you have adopted that way of connecting with me but your mom and grandmother yet haven’t. so it seems as if i am disconnecting from them because i don’t call, and disconnecting means i’m upset about something.

rofl. no wonder we’re so screwed up. nobody confronts anybody about anything they’re feeling in this family. if we’re upset with each other, we just distance ourselves and hope you get the message. it’s been easier that way; no one wants a loud fight and scene. eventually we get over what we were disappointed in you about, and you do too, and we reconnect. it’s worked that way for decades around here lol.

but no, mick wants to come along as the first adult grandson of the generation and confront people lol. he specializes in calling you up and putting you on blast every now and again. about what, i still can’t imagine because like i expressed, you have been deprived of nothing, young man.

so what do you want to hold me accountable for? the fact that i stopped buying you extravagant birthday & xmas gifts? please…you got older and i had the girls. i still did right by you. laptops & iPhones… i don’t see how you can interpret our relationship any other way.

what do you need to hold me accountable for? mick you’re too young and the situations are too complex for you to comprehend from your limited point of view. your mother, sister & i have gone through a lot together but we’re still close and take care of each other. so what are you beefing at me about??

i’ve done right by your mother, always. always. i love my sister, hate to see her in distress. i’ve cried with her and done whatever i could to ease her distress. all of your life. how could you have observed anything other than that? what are you beefing at me about??

if it’s my personal life, and i think it is…that’s none of your business. besides, how has my personal life done anything but benefit you all these years? all you got was more love & gifts anyway. what did i do? what’s your beef with me?

i gave you love. pure love mick. i am so saddened that this is the way it is now.

high school reunion

my 20th high school reunion weekend is coming up. who doesn’t hate these things? going back to see people you have nothing in common with except the fact that you went to high school together 20 years ago. the whole night is just one big jerkfest where you reminisce about things that happened 20 years ago and make up lies about how successful you are and/or how much better your life is now than then. i want no parts of it, lol.

after you tell me about your doctorate and your second home and your kids applying to ivy league colleges and your upcoming 20th wedding anniversary i’ll sip more agressively on my drink trying to drown out your speil of lies. you’ll finally take a breath and look at me and ask what have i been up to since high school. i’ll be honest and reply:

well truthfully, i’m living with hiv/aids. i was infected 21 years ago during sophomore year, in fact, when my social misery drove me to seek comfort by crusing parks for quickie sex with much older men. i’ve spent the last 20 years trying to recover from the peer wounding you all inflicted on me with your merciless teasing and hurtful taunts. every day is a struggle not to drink or have compulsive sex or simply lay around wasting all the potential the teachers tried to make me believe i had. the potential that you all trampled with your incessant bullying and pretending to be better than me. you have no idea what a triumph it is to see you drunk, overweight & red-faced tripping over your 20 years of lies.

regret much, jnez?

press or say $#@! to repeat these menu options

man i hate electronic voice prompts when i’m forced to send my voice over the phone in order to have an issue addressed. time was i could just press 0 and a live voice would have immediate mercy and attend to me. but that doesn’t work anymore. now you press 0 and it’s likely to cause the call to terminate. you’ll get a crisp “goodbye” and iPhone’s “call failed” alert to confirm you just got hung up on.

so now i’m forced to sit carefully through these automated “instructions” before i can even attempt to categorize my call, which i’m then immediately prompted to do. frack. my mind is blank. i just wanna talk to somebody. but i wasn’t paying attention and now i have to press or say $#@! to repeat these menu options. great.

so now i’m listening intently but don’t hear an option that matches my inquiry cause now i’ve categorized it to within an inch of its life. but i’d still prefer a live voice. not yet though. i have to broaden the scope of my inquiry to meet the first set of options offered. cool. i’m there. less tersely, i murmur “something else” and wait for the next set of menu options.

after diverting all my attention to following these annoyingly efficient electronic prompts, i suddenly lose patience and reject the automated plea to sync my inquiry with the voice menu options offered. with exaggerated diction, i chant “operator” repeatedly until at last i’ve reached the live voice options. my issue will finally get addressed. i’m gonna get to talk to someone. but the electronic voice returns to tell me that i’ve called during peak-demand time. my estimated wait time to speak with a representative is 27 days. dear god.

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