Was he making a confession here?
'I feel much better about myself. I love sucking off ladyboys. I love them sucking me off.'
I know John, it's something you plonk in most of your poems.
'I also loved to be fucked up the ass. I only do that when I'm off my head on speed. I've found ketamine really good, it takes me places. I feel so numb. I can't feel the pain anymore.'
What pain John?
'The pain of offending people. Life isn't a popularity contest. '
John, once a lady, always a Lady, you are always going to bite people's faces off even after they have given you drugs, booze, food, and cash, it's in your nature.
'Please whip me, master.'
I would but you are holding the whip.
Self-flagellation is the poet's tool.
Now whip yourself to death, bitch.
