Wasting Insanities Time Poem by James McLain

Sleep bellows oaring it's head wank tongues wag
scallies don hats jumping rides to mooning cows.
Pleasures milking mind feeble thought persuading
enfranchised cornless room to wiggle harsh verbs.
Mind poet few is harm to it is it said to be true you.
shot hooked shell crust of slime skinned much time
sleepless where I am at shaking hands lost sanity.
Sleeping awake brings up sun different view days
singularly playing catch bully balls man with softened
stained horn thinks it norm patting buts gay pheasant.
Lip less swine defined hams rump pleasant ever song
laying on pork chops lap instead spears lance short
rib lathered foaming spit you call lost recipe barbeque.
Noble it is your tongue to swap adjectives crowned joy.