When I Was Homeless In Clearwater Florida Poem by James McLain

For example I am, you are, I nearly was.
Neatly are all external sockets.
Electric power has before science come.
Taken together it forms.
Many of U.S.are to mentally ill,
to go on.
There are not many souls,
transparent people.
And there are to few again many.
Humanely is it poetry to altruistic none gain.
Universal declarations,
far placed most can now see.
Because of the fear,
is that circle of friends out of reach.
I have for a while been prosecuted for it.
To be sent to prison for the lack,
of a place to live sounds logical to me.