American Psycho feeds the flies
You reminded me of the creepy guy at the picnic
Oh no! A groper.
You closed in.
You called her a bucking bronco.
I didn’t understand yet, you
Like to manhandle women.
I confronted you later
About the horror.
Pinned: my arms, my legs, pinned.
I called you an abuser, which angered you.
So you assaulted me.
So any night, at 2, at 3, i might remember such things.
I could write poems about it, all my days.
I even fell in love again, as death ate my dear.
You see, i won’t be outdone
By your ugliness or cruelty.
I’d take, everything which is mine:
My happiness, my joy.
All you get, are the fragments of the girl you tried to crush.
Your little homies, skyler and darren, can
Illegalize talking about your violent attack.
Darren with the stretched out ears, can say, no personal attacks.
He can make it a safe place for predators,
Not a safe place to report predators.
And i wonder, how it went with kim.
Did you assault her again?
By the time police and adult protection and sheriff were
Circling you like flies,
Did you assault her ever again?
Now truly amy granite, wanted to sort it out.
Then covid did.
You got to hide behind that mask, with a plastic bag.
Kari asked about your herpes.
She walked in shuddering horror, for years.
She was not the same.
One day i showed her your lawyer’s atrocity.
A pile of paperwork, on the floor.
And i like a child, 20 years younger.
This is what the man who
Sexually assaulted me
Did. he hired this lawyer to harass me.
She stormed off, exasperated.
Maybe, you could find another town,
To torture next time.
Newport. Tillamook.
I heard lincoln city is nice.
You were ugly, but you got uglier.
As you tried to grope me, i felt puke surging up my throat.
I wondered if you were trying to wait out my no, then rape me in my sleep.
Would you rape my corpse.
You threw me down with
The force to break my neck.
Was that throw down move, the
Way you knock a woman out, prior to raping.
Your robotic choreography, was so practiced and formulaic,
I was sure you were the
College rapist.
You tried to call it a date rape, to make it seem more legit.
But you backed out,
After grinding your
Herpes dick on my left thigh, as you bruised
My right arm with your left claw, and pinned
My legs as i struggled to kick you in the testicles.
And now you work with the elderly.
Which is surprising.
I figured you’d rather defend your name
Than sell your soul for a dollar.
But i was wrong.
I shielded my face from your assault
With my forearms blocking you,
Like you were a tornado.
That would not last.
You ripped my arms away from
That protective pose, so you could force your sweaty grimace in my face
As your bald head
Profusely leaked your sweat
On my hands as i tried to block you
As you attacked me.
My Neck! That’s hurts! Why would you hurt my neck?
Snapping me down.
Jane Says, she’s leaving sergio, he treats her like a ragdoll!
But i wasn’t with you.
I was just going to work at Meals on Wheels!
I thought you were safe.
BUT I TRUST YOU, i exclaimed, after breaking free from your attack.
You had your post-attempted rape
Post-forcible touching
Post-molestation
Post-attempted nonconsensual crotch grabbing
Post---forcible boob grabbing face on.
GUILTY as fuck.
This is a poem, not a trial.
The DISTRICT ATTORNEY decided you were innocent.
As a lamb.
A violent lamb.
He said if you get any more complaints, he is KEEPING MY FILE
For background.
Get it?
That means, no more attempted rapes, gropes, grabs.
Trump was so access hollywood and so were you!
Michigan Democrat my ass. More like Rape-publican.
I learned quickly, the epstein thing.
You see, i never trusted you a bit, to be so ugly
And push brenda to the brink..
It was her problem, having a crush on you.
You’re not my type.
Which i told you.
I’d much rather a woman, i told you.
George, i told you.
Grandpa, i told you.
I said NOTHING IS TO HAPPEN, as you pushed your way in for tea.
That was the first promise you broke.
LIAR!
Meals on Wheels, Feels on WHeels.
Now i see clearly, a poverty pimp,
Is just a sexual predator with a fig leaf.
And your day job hustle,
Is the way you
Cloak, your ugliness and lack of manners.
You tried to brutally victim blame me, for finding you ugly and repulsive.
I found you ugly,
Before you assaulted me.
Imagine how i feel now.
I gotta say my second rapist
Was a beautiful man.
Are you confused?
Yes you were reminding me of him, rapey.
But not in beauty.
My second rapist was extremely beautiful.
Unlike you.
Don’t touch me, i’m catholic.
You see, my right to say NO, is bigger than your
Right to hire lawyers to punish me for saying no.
My No, is more important, than your sexual attack
When i called you an abuser!
My no, trumped everything.
My No is bigger than Skyler Archibald’s 6 million dollar boondoggle, or
Darren Gooch’s threats to call the police on
The food bank
Methamphetamine apocalypse.
My No is bigger than that 20Million dollar defeat.
The election did not give you permission to rape me,
Even if you run “Meals on Wheels”
So you see,
St. Mary Hospital house of Horrors
Has a new ghost!
Christopher Guest Duffy
Lives on a skyline hill.
ANd his landlady has been warned,
To steer clear of his sexual violence.
No one knows, why
He isn’t man enough,
To own up to his actions.
He thought he was educated,
But he lacked class enough
For ruth balsey’s great-grand-daughter.
She put his rakishness
Front page for years!
Alert! Alert!
Cad! Cad!
But it wasnt enough!
It was never enough!
There was never any justice
For the Grenfell tragedy!
The Kensington burn down was fresh
And all the haunted ladies
Stalking
And four dead in seven months, no thanks!
Fontana was in that airplane!
He did things he can’t tell his family!
Julie got a rash!
Allergic!
I had to slide, into that morass!
But the pain lingered!
I was sure Karma would get you.
But one day, i decided to be a part of that Karma.
It was embarrassing enough.
Your bromances, kicked in
With enough patriarchy
To sooth your circumcision wounds.
It wasn’t my problem.
Your genital mutilation. Your feelings of inadequacy.
The risks, the rewards.
My angel’s there with me.
My Jesus.
And the National Guard, at court.
WHo would know, what reinforcement?
You can’t be too safe, with women
Dead in the forest, like that!
After the first kidnapping,
There is no other!
The moment of the pin-down was a forcible
Wrongful imprisonment!
Chris Duffy, hostage taker!
Northwest Senior and Disability Services,
Let you call it a “wrestling and tussling”
Which is what rapists always say.
“I was just wrestling, your honor!”
“I like WRESTLING WOMEN, like andy kaufman.”
Nonconsensual wrestling and tussling.
Whatever you call it.
You know about that man who hanged himself behind, costco?
Things like that?
Or that girl that was strangled with his wallet chain?
Doreen?
Or that old man’s body dumped on highway thirty, wrapped in plastic?
Things like that.
This is not a perfect county.
And you are not a perfect person.
A better man, would have apologized immediately. Repaired the damage.
But you had to hide and play cat and mouse
Bullshit games for years.
Your cowardice was striking.
I found your violence effeminate.
As if you have no other notion of masculinity, than sudden brutality.
You were not calm or elegant like sady.
You were not good enough for me.
And that angered you.
You were rejected.
You were punishing me for rejecting you!
It’s too bad.
Clatsop means dried fish.
Will your heart give?
WHat drugs did you mean? you told me about trying to buy drugs, but getting denied
Due to looking like a cop.
What drugs?
Why do you call cops pigs?
Funny isn’t it?
Turns out you tried to turn Chris Palmer, but he turned on you, the last year before covid.
This is what you are doing to humanity
The last year before covid.
What were you doing
The last year before covid?
Hiring a lawyer to stalk some girl who called you an abuser
Years later.
Years later, you were still mad i called you an abuser to your face.
Mad you violently attacked me and didnt get to keep that a secret from Seaside, Oregon taxpayers, city council, and the astoria police.
So mad, even celia howes, would defend you when you got arrested. She would fix it. Clean it up.
You had to hire a lady lawyer
Regarding your sexual attack.
Get it?
How feminist of you!
Charming or not,
Cindee Matyas played ball for a while.
Until she remembered on which side her bread is buttered.
I mean the patriarchy, has been so good, to us.
That side of covid.
But when i saw her last, she looked thin and shrivelled and sad
Frightened.
Disappearing.
Their little justice system
Was afraid of big cases.
So she decided to protect you, in the wings
Of mother goose.
Perhaps she wanted me to be Joan of Arc, some more.
Cindee’s got to get off the crack.
For Sarah Everard, if no one else.
Wirkala insists he shot
The sexual attacker.
I did no such thing, myself.
The worst, the best i did, was try to kick you in the testicles.
Which is why you had my legs pinned
For the grinding of your penis on me,
Nonconsensually.
I heard Johnny Depp has a new fragrance:
Nonconsensual.
I didnt know rape is just a category of porn, then.
I assumed you were a porn addict.
A possible child molestor.
I assumed you raped your fellow Hillary Clinton campaign volunteers, or at least put a huge gropey grabbing fit up, if you couldn’t kleptomania all the boobs your creepy
Octopus hands got.
Spiderman?
In my window?
F-you.
I’ll finish my earl grey now!
Content in our 100% mortality rate.
Humans, like fruit flies, with small meaningless lives.
This meaningless poem.
Like your meaningless assault.
Iike your meaningless job, like my meaningless blogs!
Ha!
But what a can to kick down the road, sometimes.
I figured, you’d be a friend, to chase away the ghost of Ben.
Ben was a neck snapper too! What’s with you big boys, always trying to snap my neck!?
Did you rape your sister?
I can only wonder!
So, the children, will have to get past the
Spikes in the road, the soap bubbles, and the ghosts mobilizing
To haunt your days.
You see that double chin, in addition to your horrifying butt chin,
Is uglier than i remembered, as you melted into your
Steaming mashed potatoes, one day.
You would not go to court, to save your skin, or your name.
You would slink away, until the guards are drugged.
G. kept saying epstein’s dead. Epstein’s dead. 8-10-19.
It wasn’t like a Disneyland trip.
Did your father beat you?
Were you molested by your Boy Scout Troop Leader?
Who f-ed you up?
I know i shouldn’t care. You are just some guy who attacked me.
Some scum.
But i wonder.
I hope i helped, open the closet, where you keep all the bats.
You seemed like the vacuum cleaner store salesman, who turns out to be Ted Bundy serial killer.
You have that Middle America secret psychopath look down.
I heard you listened to some Detroit Punk one day.
Could any fashion choice improve your dorky rapist fashion sense?
No. Probably not.
Glad we got that out of the way, early.
Leave it to me, to cut thru the BS.
I’m afraid of Americans. I’m afraid of the world.
Make the coward pay, dust said.
You were picking on Julie’s mom one day.
ANd Sandra. Pushing her.
Men who hate women
On thin ice.
Employee of the Month, Rapist of the Year.
Skyler asked you to resign, remember? But you dug in like a parasite.
Like a tic, like a flea, like a blood sucking exoskeleton.
Ransom listened as i confronted him and Steve about the Salem Witch Trials.
So that was really unoriginal of you, to try to pull some misogynistic crap like that.
I could see through that when i was 10 years old.
7 May 2021
( American Psycho feeds the flies is written as i approach the fourth anniversary of being sexually assaulted by Chris Duffy in Clatsop County Oregon. Fortunately i was able to fight off the assault----and delay---and fight flight or freeze----it is so horrifying this county still allows him to have contact with vulnerable people, and i find his complicity network, extremely concerning. Chris Duffy is so ugly, i had to look away the first time i met him, for fear my disgust would be written on my face. i felt pressured to be socially graceful as he was attending my female friend. Hail Brittannia! Hail the Goddess! Hail Mary crushing satan under her feet-----)
