I have no control over my mind
Nasty trip home. Hellacious and exhausting. Yesterday was dead space in brain. Today was searching for something to break the clouds in my brain. So I wrote this. May make it a book. Or a novella to go with another one I posted some time ago. Dunno. I'm just in a foul mood and angry.
FREDDYYoung Freddy had gone for a walk.His mood was...he’d rather not talk.A neighbor he’d just met, named Ray,Still stopped him, to quietly say,“Some friends of mine, Chuck, Dan and Bill,Think you’d be such fun...which you will.”That’s when they appeared, as Ray’s pack,To grab Freddy, in an attack.He knew them all, knew they had wivesAnd kids...but they also had knives.Both bound and gagged, he bravely fought,But still got dragged off to a plotWith an old shed. Clothes cut away.Forced down to a basement, to stay."We loved to see your tatts and assAnd wanted you, each time you’d pass,"Ray said, as he forced his way inFreddy’s mouth, the first to begin."The way you fit your jeans was tight.So we're gonna keep you all night.And when we're done then you will knowWe own you and won't let you go."This all was confusing. The ladDid not know what he’d done so badTo cause them to do this. "You're gay,"Don said, going next. "It’s your way.""Then so are you," Freddy spat back.Which only led Chuck to attackHim with fists. "You don't call us queer."Then Bill snarled, "Let me make it clear.It’s fags who get fucked, and not us,So there's nothing more to discuss.We'll keep you to use, till we're done.Then we’ll go find some other oneJust like you, who we'll pass around.While you'll be six feet in the ground."Oh, shit. Other men disappearedWith no word. All dead, as was feared.No, that won’t be me, Freddy thought.
No man gets to think that he’s brought
Me here to be killed, like I’m trash.
I’ll live to make sure your lives crash.
Two weeks he spent playing their toy,And he made sure to bring them joyBy using each trick he had learnedTo make every time with him earned,As he built a plan to regroup.Until the night he got the scoopThat by morning, he’d leave this earthIn spirit. But he had no dearthOf ways to escape far from themAnd not accept their evil whim.So that's what he did. And he keptHow he did it a secret, but weptIn the court as he told the foul tale.And those four men went straight to jail.Then Freddy said, "I'll write a book,And in it you can have a lookAt the evil those bastards did me.Now I’m a gay hero...and free."
FREDDYYoung Freddy had gone for a walk.His mood was...he’d rather not talk.A neighbor he’d just met, named Ray,Still stopped him, to quietly say,“Some friends of mine, Chuck, Dan and Bill,Think you’d be such fun...which you will.”That’s when they appeared, as Ray’s pack,To grab Freddy, in an attack.He knew them all, knew they had wivesAnd kids...but they also had knives.Both bound and gagged, he bravely fought,But still got dragged off to a plotWith an old shed. Clothes cut away.Forced down to a basement, to stay."We loved to see your tatts and assAnd wanted you, each time you’d pass,"Ray said, as he forced his way inFreddy’s mouth, the first to begin."The way you fit your jeans was tight.So we're gonna keep you all night.And when we're done then you will knowWe own you and won't let you go."This all was confusing. The ladDid not know what he’d done so badTo cause them to do this. "You're gay,"Don said, going next. "It’s your way.""Then so are you," Freddy spat back.Which only led Chuck to attackHim with fists. "You don't call us queer."Then Bill snarled, "Let me make it clear.It’s fags who get fucked, and not us,So there's nothing more to discuss.We'll keep you to use, till we're done.Then we’ll go find some other oneJust like you, who we'll pass around.While you'll be six feet in the ground."Oh, shit. Other men disappearedWith no word. All dead, as was feared.No, that won’t be me, Freddy thought.
No man gets to think that he’s brought
Me here to be killed, like I’m trash.
I’ll live to make sure your lives crash.
Two weeks he spent playing their toy,And he made sure to bring them joyBy using each trick he had learnedTo make every time with him earned,As he built a plan to regroup.Until the night he got the scoopThat by morning, he’d leave this earthIn spirit. But he had no dearthOf ways to escape far from themAnd not accept their evil whim.So that's what he did. And he keptHow he did it a secret, but weptIn the court as he told the foul tale.And those four men went straight to jail.Then Freddy said, "I'll write a book,And in it you can have a lookAt the evil those bastards did me.Now I’m a gay hero...and free."
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