Damaged Goods Poem by James McLain

There are no perfect packages!
Life is just Lola for the very few..
Do I want your package?
Of course I do!
Still as of yet these words have
have not met you.
When you do, I will have all of the proof
in this and of that,
which you will need for your heart to prove
that I did spend the time to search you out.
Damaged, yes only the damaged try to help
You see inside the you.
Still there is damaged damage.
Where the brains have been mixed with some
others,
being in a hurry I did not have time to return them.
So I wait now that no longer do I hurry,
when you have the time to see me standing there
waiting to wash your feet and paint your nails.
It is the real male thing...the rest do it and lie...
Or you really bought a damaged package...