Trailer Trash Poem by James McLain

To the few who cannot write.
Or do you spell it wright?
So you turn left,
instead of burning bright.

If you read insted of watching,
Jerry Springer,
Judge Judy and or the peoples court.

I can't help,
but laugh as you get mad.
No thats not
mommys against drunk driving.
Though your brain it tells you do.

Your just a lop,
because the cap it seems to fit.
I forgot in class,
the one you never took.

Trailer trash,
is all that you can get.