She Was Mean And Very Mentally Ill Poem by James McLain

I went to pick her up twice after
she was backer acted.
I met her as an out patient at directions
myself being homeless, living in my car
at that time for three year's.
After five months of personal observation,
I got the feeling she was bad news.
My personal councillor, Chris Edwards,
as so much as to not violate H.I.P.A tried
to hint therein as so much.
She was sexualy insatiable, liking pain like
no other I had ever met.
I do not like pain, I never had,
she tried to manipulate me into moving in
with her I would not.
She found an old restraining order
in my glove compartment unbeknownst to me.
She said I raped her, whereupon I was arrested.
After two month's in jail after their investigation
they discovered she had done this to another.
I have never recovered from this, in this time
and current course,
in as so far that rape has become unrealistically rampant.
I was released it was as I said to late for me.
D.C.F. wanted me to prosecute her, I would not she being
to mentally unstable.
She committed suicide a year and a half latter.
Perhaps with a little more time I could have helped her.