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.