I Almost Published It in the "Hoaxes Received" Dept.

Because it is cute, if you get rid of the bad Chinglish-impersonation which is embarrassing.

I know you probably think that's the charm of it, but it isn't.

White Ivy League boys can never get rid of that snicker.

If you got rid of the snicker it is really your inner little girl writing this.

I know you don't believe you have such a creature, because you are a gnarly old white man. A veteran of the literary wars, you sat at the feet of _____, yadda yadda, I know.

I bet he insulted you. He was a nasty creature. Sometimes brilliant but he's getting seriously overrated right now, you know? That will correct itself. The market always does.

But you do have that little girl inside you.

You don't even realize what you're doing when you write poems like that, because you are so out of touch with the various components of your psyche.

I know. I hate new age psychobabble too. God knows where you live you've probably heard enough to last several lifetimes. "Good to get laid" when you were younger out there, right? Just reflect and then dive in with the penis.

Sigh.

But still. There is an innocence in you that you were exploring while writing your "hoax."

I have no idea how you will connect with it or what it will eventuate in, if you ever do.

But wouldn't it be interesting to explore?

Instead of the other thing, I mean. The lyric is deader than the dodo. Why keep pounding nails in it?

I prefer the lyric in its corpsy mode. "Living Dead Girl" the way Robb Zombie sings it, I guess.

The lyric is sort of hot dead.

Thanks for not being too mean or cruel in your hoax.

I guess you are probably an okay guy.

But I think you drink a lot of wine and talk to the television set a lot.