My Name is John

My Name is John

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It always happens on cars’ windows.

When they would ask me my name,

Some asks after a night desire.

I always answer by saying,

“My name is John.”

If writers used pennames;

Actors do have screen names;

Mine was conceived,

On a single night’s sin;

It was on the first time.

I met a he-queen.

After a night lust,

He said “my name is John.”

I bear the name since then.

And have money to earn.

And when they ask me name.

While lying naked on their linens,

I’ll say “Call me is John.”

My name son of the night’

Pampered by darkness;

Hugged by coldness;

Eaten by guilt’

“My name is John.”

Money knew me by that name.

And I can live without shame,

Coz the night molded my fame.

They are the rich,

Who can give me dreams I can reach.

While you lie and kiss.

Taking the sin of heat.

I can undress without guilt.

For my name is John.

Son of the night;

Hero of the street lights:

When morning comes,

I have to leave the name,

In my dirty closet of untold lies:

To live the chosen life:

The night can give me strength.

To mold the future ahead;

In this world where one must live,

Money means dreams.

In the day no one asks me.

Then I need not to tell.

The words I mastered well.

“My name is John.”

But when fate plays,

I may have been lost by the flow.

Coz I can’t find the trick,

Of this daylight shift:

Fist day of class,

In my uniform a student’s best:

But the night had taken,

The life of my strength:

When the teacher called,

The name which really mine;

I stood in no honor,

Because the name is a stranger to me:

He looked at me puzzled,

His eyes in question,

Then with a silent grin.

He said “Isn’t your name Jhon?”