Shock Waves Poem by James McLain

This is something that is between us and you.
It was during our hundreds of such confessions,
daily bread broken on knees humbly said.
I am he the little all American girl and boy,
whom appears in all the sex tapes.
Being trafficked through the internet of America.
On the colored moving talking tapes.
We perform numerous sex acts on the Monsignor.
And each other he whose face is clearly but not visible.
The tape was secretly shot by the other altar girl,
Vivian (no familial relations to the priest)
whom also alleges years of hard use at the hands of Monsignor beginning when I was twelve.
Asked why he shot the film, smiling just said,
“Because there is sweet milk and sour milk from the tree
and there has to be a good end to your stories.
I was already being felt this his need of victims.
And of her I ask, because he said, in white cherry blooms.
And it brought a lot of fear to us to do nothing to us it is something.
I spoke to she and we decided it was best,
if left on the spoon, brown bread pudding being milked proof.
Is this the demon spoken about in the middle of the Church,
of Our Jesus the Christ, he is Lord?
With one push of the button by the U.S.Justice department
and this would be off the internet.
Like in China.
This false economy,
where thousands of cops would then loose there jobs, I guess.