Alone With Everybody Poem by James McLain

There is a mind inside the meat
We call our head's
Somewhere there's a soul while we're alive.

Women come and go if your a drunken
Slob,
Drunk she threw my teeth in the canal.

Can we find true love inside a bottle of
Cheap wine?
He did as well as she
One just has to lower one's expectations.

Our fates are tied together one and all
And I can't afford to drink the heady stuff
At all.

I'm beyond flattery, I cannot say yes to love
Nobody ever finds
the one.
When nothing else matters but the sandman!