Oh to be a Paedophile and just loving it!
By Stanley Collymore
I readily confess to being a paedophile, but that per se
doesn’t in any way make me an evil person, since
from a physical, mental and even the generally
perceived public perception that wantonly
prevails I really can’t and, moreover
having earnestly tried it, don’t want
to change who or what I truly am. For I do genuinely
love children and very much adore having a natural
and unrestricted bond, as well as a pleasurable
social interaction with the majority of them
coupled, of course, with the customarily
natural, invigoratingly inspirational
and a most unspoiled and likeable
innocence of the kind that they
instinctively exhibit, when
paedophiles like myself
individually become
close with them.
And not a bit in their uncalculatingly ways like
the hypocritical episodic scenarios of clearly
contrived bonhomie and the otherwise
customarily kind of superficially
enforced, and put on for show bogus behaviour
that’s very characteristic of the average
adult, and that individuals like me
consistently, and in numerous
sickeningly ways, sadly
experience each
and every
day.
So please, truthfully tell me and the millions of
others both nationally as well as globally
that are genuinely interested, who is
really harming these children’s
positive development. Me—
warts and all – with my
astute recognition and specific understanding
of who and what these children are and,
by logical definition, likewise realist–
ically desire, or you with your
sanctimonious pie in the sky
notions as to what they
should manipulatively,
rather asininely and
conformingly let
themselves, and
led by you,
aspire to.
© Stanley V. Collymore
21 August 2019.
Author’s Remarks:
This poem is neither an endorsement nor a castigatory condemnation of paedophilia or those who practise it and therefore shouldn’t be seized upon and construed by you the reader of it as such in accordance with your own views, properly informed or otherwise, that you personally hold on this particular subject matter.
And as an objective writer my own views are irrelevant here, since my role as the former is to play Devil’s advocate and let you, assuming that you either care to or even want to, to determine for yourself – and specifically no one else - just how this societal issue and those who’re involved in it should be and are ultimately dealt with by their social peers; regardless of whatever sexual classification these self-appointed adjudicators honestly assign to themselves.
