Here I’ve arrived I’m always alone Here in my pew my own comfort zone Time for my bridge To eternity and clear I’m done with the wogs Entheta and beer Blond lovely appears She’s barely a child INT Commander’s tough bearing But momentarily mild Her tight uniform temps me Sexual kinky attire Stirring inside me All types of desire I’m here for my audit I’m ready for trial Oh no not now Reg me! With a demure precious smile Urgent news here listen! It’s national too! Ideal org in Pittsburgh It's case gain for you! It’s urgent today It’s you that we need She breathes in my ear She squeezes my knee. A few feet away Just moments away My CS stood still In frozen dismay No smile No frown No help you today Thinking perhaps We’ve gone far astray. Why never hazard A moment of care For real fellow seekers Whose courage is rare? Reg sexy she won my whole life today Chaos who cares? I’m running away. [Anonymous hand written poem, written on crumpled notebook paper, found in a stall at a local bar restroom near a Scientology ideal org ]
