False Fears Poem by James McLain

The world has always been unkind
to people who do not take care.

The world does not care for those
whom are mean.

The world has no time for you who
are stuck in fantasy land.

When some reach eighteen maybe
younger you will fight and die.

I wish that wasn't true but it is, some
things are easier to fix than others.

Retarded in ways I am, for sure yet
knowledge of words every kind those
on the walls of the play grounds
signs of gangs around you.

Their are those who live in castles in the sky
they have their nail done in the buff soap
tastes good to some not me.

They are prudes, hypocrites, naysayers
running around ordering those with
magical words to have heads loped
off to bath their fears in the blood....
of ignorance.

They are afraid of you not me I am just a
homless person who drinks tea....

Clone your self control freak...No not you..lol