Do Mine First Then I Will Do Yours.. Poem by James McLain

Lines are long songs short
be a good sport turn a head
digging here all we are lost
world restless efforts vain
boring is the pain never free
pictures of grey bald heads
blinding me making suffering
you are to slow herded together
black and white cows the same
still holding patterns hot flowing
directed no where to still come
tell me what you want or go away
born in lust you can have my trust
born in sin you have to back in) it('s full.
I don't do mashed potatoes..sorry.