Girl's, Girl's Finish Him Off Poem by James McLain

Good girls finish, finish him off!
One can't but paint over
all the sad
happy fierce battle worn faces
as they urge
their girls to finish, finish
him off!
kneeling on all fours
pulling him
in back and forth.

Pouring the oil down
from the top of his ass
their hands covered
thick in this and that sweet oil.

I hear their bloodline
as they moan
and howl deep in their cunts.

He used to be smug
deep inside,
gorging on
his insatiable appetite
for catholic girls
and their emerald green
pulled back opened panties.

Their Jewish friends would stop by
moaning their oral traditions
of guilt:
Let them fall, fat and oiled
and of Eve,
her femoral, lips pulsing
gushing rivers of sin, shame
of the carnal, opening of the cave
near that of childbirth.

Women and their fat,
long legged man
being milked being on
all fours
his punishment for sex.

The head mistress urging
their girls to finish, finish
him off!

Ignore the Bible, spill it all on the ground
wasted it is not on the belly
of his trollop.

Then the taller one
inserts her middle finger
deep inside
of him,
moving around the prostate gland
that caused all this sad confusion.
Stupid man, getting caught in the hands that are open.