Clearly, Chronic Alcohol Still In Use Poem by James McLain

Being that infamously
and hungry I was and I am,
before her dog I became
and knotty over breeding even now.

Gathering the buckets of her bodily fluids,
undercharged by the scores
from the other young whelp dogs
before them I came
and I ran them all off,
allowed to come around mine the Dog
that I saw was my pound.

And immediately drafty before they, I knew it was after.

He Is sorted by her unreasoned expectations
judgment replaced it is whereupon by whom
and dust by the centuries from Kings he knew
of such misunderstandings,
understanding of such has he now and has better.

And switched off lights
flicker grow dimmer by they whom allowed
such a flaming bright star,
just to touch the heart of one such as that,
when you did and why but for that and you did.

Where once it was magnified first is the order
Which is but half off that of which it once was.
Potential I saw why my pup was made up of.

Now it is cold as the birth of our dawn and my why?

a Suns brightness once that she knew, knowing it not
is compressed to be measured, this circle of damage
have her of each brain a scan and what is left of her Willis
descendant from the pot which is found, colored right.

In addition the left over bottles of Livingston wine,
the bottle was not the true obstacle
underscores the intensity and why my passion
and as if she could once beings were
the obstacle which is pulled up is documented
and wife of my daughter, with tonight the call of,
you yelled naught but still said that of which caused
back then and now can not cause it no more
maybe the full moon by it now is Clearly,
even black and pink I am, it is even more now sorry.
I saw it then naught and too see it thus now
and gentile as well
the plausibility of genetics it is possible by my child.