Each Glory Hole You Hide Poem by James McLain

Each glory hole and you Hide from them.
When one comes out, another one comes in.
The room is dark, I have been told and I am cold
how long that line that never ends, you just began.
Millions use them come again some must use the loo.
Why you come around again my friend, too spin against, not I.
Though the psephology is plain upon each face is new
inside I see,
it makes so many come, while others simply plea.
Each ballots counted then recounted then once more again.
The glazed look upon each face, is just my right, I left before.
I do not know how some can ever do it, never touching
the round sides but still they do and I'm amazed at all, I came.
I think when next I go to cast my vote, on my 35 m.m.
I'll simply use your name and hide your shame.
It was much to dark for me too see you drinking from those
straws that seem too litter half of town.