James McLain Poems

I watch you
lay conceiled,
inside the bushes
climbing trees.
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Crazy Muslims
would cut off everyone's heads.
Crazy Christians
would lock half of America up
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Green panties, green roses
green tits, green milk.
Green moon, posies in green.
green eyes, green full lips
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why do you expect me more,
than ever not too find it..
when every thing you do,
is based around it.
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Commerce my friends; held without air,
and modern day spoils, purge against.
Such beasts to rhyme, lanced blood begot,
and effort boils from life denied each man.
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Back and forth
moving,
My eyes, 'I keep
between where
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The nasty girl named Sam, I am.
Across the mirror it is lip stick written.
Posing she poses this way and that.
The angles are all wrong as deep inside I look.
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Yes,
tonight would be the night.
I hoped.
She was growing more enthusiastic.
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