I was so moved by Brad A. Greenberg’s profile of me (the way it mixed in the higher values, Dennis Prager-style, with the tawdry stuff, awesome mate), that I penned this humble poem for all the hot chix/rabbis/shuls who’ve rejected me (and what is pornography but fantasized revenge, a loser’s compensation for his shortcomings?):
Who needs friends who never show
I’ll tell you what you want to know
I could have saved a broken heart if I found out long ago.
I’m iust thinking about those lonely nights
when I waited for your call
‘Til I found out all my friends were right
I didn’t know you at all.
I heard a rumour
they say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour.
Now it seems they’re telling me
you’ve changed your wicket ways
But should I give you a second chance
baby
I’m too afraid.
So you realize what hurt you made and the love you threw away
How can I forgive or soon forget
It’s never gonna be the same.
