Aren J Why Do You Want To Kill Me Now Poem by James McLain

Is it because,
after forcing me to make unnatural choices
I choose insanity just for a while
but long enough for you to spend a quarter of a million
are lips that move but a voice husky in wines fuzzy grape.
Between your legs, opulence's fat decadent hand has left nothing
but a mass of white and grey wingless stubby methane spraying
friends....personal friends, yes mark, , you answere my phone now though your bills are not from pariah's milking hand..red light..
blind me to...eating those white and grey worms...
like sum yummy dumb tourist..laying in an emergency room
all because the sun tasted bad flesh...never recalled..
the truth stings more than..a...tanning bulb dually inserted
by you both...watt; s lost in a wast land that bleeds..always brown
never green..as once were the oaks...both now just.....stumpy..
so sue me....my house did always look bettern yours...
I forgot..what happens to your wife? ? ? ? ...now.....
i am...so happy she is...ITALIAN....those Italian women
know how to....cook....they wast nothing...with their grinders...