Because I Do Poem by James McLain

On me, 'frequently by yours it is,
you must stop and you must quit
There bye the bye, is not yet.
and I am your cow, 'love you milk
and must so often I adjust to this fact.
While I lay to you next, I am sleeping.
That it is these economic times when
late at night your lips are feeling.
Whether or not, 'I, your this,
I am “my” problem if or this pump problem
you do it comfortably, I know.
Never waking from the dream of crossing over.
Being pulled by my silver cord, pumping back.
You call it the necessity of the milk of life all over.
which as for me as for you and when after
always before I obtain, a every comfortable position,
as for me for you adjusting yours to satisfy
above it pumping that is flowing sleep, 'good going.
When everything is placed, just,
as for pump process there is nothing like this pain.
If your/me no displeasure of full feeling of it draining
because I do not pump as you do, you put it just,
then clear lactation first, it is usually, 'yours it is.