Pain With Out Pleasure Poem by James McLain

From the out side in side of plain sight.
Nothing's the same to some though it is.
Before you were born I had to die.
Blond bimbos that lie can brunette's tell the truth?
Green leaves on a bush there were none left to be picked.
Two paths I have walked very few have walked both.
Have you kissed one but never the other?
Corrupt is one mind there are two more righteous behind
Vanilla tastes good could chocolate taste better?
Loving each other boys and girls transgendered are both.
Change that bad thing that bad thing that you did and be better.
Every night before dawn each morning before night falls.
How to know more with out other's knowing?
Having seen all your pain is why other's take pleasure.