A(It) I (It) Poem by James McLain

It is so small on the wall like
a fly hearing all.
It is like the breeze wind (IT)
up never down.
It can see with one I
dont need 2.
It knows your smart
writes him off.
It cannot write knows
you can thus you do
not for him.
It is on the floor making
out with his I.
It needs you like you need it
tell him why like you can
show your love
you know how
do (it) by writting a great poem for (IT)
know you no how.