Beachwear Poem by James McLain

And if you by my variances be they small and or large.
When by you they mostly are, am I telling the whole truth?
Then in the growing more tender perhaps they become.
Being once like they and I am.
They use other ways to get them selves felt up and heard.
The old men that I see thinking thoughts about she,
why he lies as his tongue points it all out, driving by.
Woman are more trusting revealing open and honest.
Tenderonnies are not evil by design the nuns not having standards.
The nun, well they will openly spread their smile adjusting the face of the moon, even if heavens casts a shadow, the spoon it is noon.
I watch them, just to watch your lips quiver and tremble, reactions.
When you are called forth out of the water and you stand.
Looking like you did not hear her, verily it is thus, how could you.
Beachwear, rolling balls, all those colored bulging eye balls.
Truth is, it is the only reason like some lawyer probative,
and prejudice brought her silking, down here.
She knows more than you think, when thinking for you.
Like him I like phat salty oysters as well as green muscles to.