James McLain

Gold Star - 39,894 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Bottom Feeder - Poem by James McLain

From the back even I will.
Down beneath.
From behind like a dog.
Knotted a cat.
Like sand paper gritty my tongue,
a dream comes true but for you.
Are you clean like the wind?
Front and back?
Like an Alaskan,
clear how they run salmon steams?
Yes I eat fish, white toothy ones to.
From the bottom I feed, feeding on you.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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