Dear Mr. Ligongo, I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to tell you this, but here it goes: I’m a tranny.
Post-op, performed by Satan,
Disguised as vitamin D, vehicular sun rays,
Into my star-belly he slipped, opioid rodent into hormonal tansu.
Me was absent, absorbed in your gift, (the feline yantra).
Now my sex = Manhood’s dregs, natron.
Once again, I’m sorry I hid the truth from you and the rest of the Yao
So I could try out my new vagina…I know, that’s fucking nasty!
If your love is unconditional, find me at Hollywood United Methodist Church—I’ve joined the nuns.
Your ex-lover, Santa