A Thousand Reasoned Poem by James McLain

The last time I helped you
twas the last.
I made necessary arrangements because
of the faces pressed against the dark windows.
Thousands committed treason they cried
lighting bolts they have been privileged
to seek out the time of the world.
What is so special about this life one life
that they gave,
you sent them all to their own mothers grave.
Printing money no monkeys forgave, forgiven, forbade.
They assauted my vagina and made me make.
More males like you marched marched on in parades.
A Thousand reasons I never felt words like these.