Be Kind Poem by James McLain

In a world of discrimination.
In a world of pain, hate and sorrow.
I hide in their fear.
Their fear is palatable, so much so
In fact,
It can be tasted like the sour taste of the lemon.

Like Bukowski or Keruac I like pissing
In the bushes keeping other dogs at bay.

Finding solence in a smile not meant for me
I smile back.
Have I had a good full life?
That depends on the ignorance of other's.

Have I done regrettable thing's in this life?
Hell no!
I've never ever lied, but I've lived.
Knowledge is my knowing that some won't read what I write.

I have always hated boring people, it's not from being
Intolerant,
It's just that they have probably wasted their life.