Americintex Drug Addict Poem by James McLain

Hello: Some one,
She the other, not of you, I am your father.
You dont know who I am,
for a very important reason, lots of them.
Yet to she who one day will, know peace,
know that your judgement, is only as good
as those whom surround you.
It is not you, ok...it is the other, those around you ok.
I went to hear your voice, the voice that is you,
I guess it was taken by that other, your uncle,
and traded for a few pennies of my heart, just
for another suck at death.
Your pictures, and the few other things that were you,
now belong to another, erased.
Dear, some one, being you not of she, she the other,
you dont know me you never did, the others sold you,
delusions, poor gossips split tongue, that dripp honey.