Gravy Train Poem by James McLain

did they...
were you drunk..
did you think not after before..
your friend's..
'said'
even if and you think..
but if you think and don't...
and the first..; but only the first'
a prick a pear a pen a word..
will it hurt..
will it squirt..if so how much..
one yellow dropp
to much..
and if so can i hide it..
if and when if it does it..
and they said that it will...
i can't think for your static..
it's low; not the attic..
push me not..
because..
what they 'said'...
if i don't...
will it hurt...
when it's full and i swell..
Whom will come for me...
then...?