Green With Mortification Poem by James McLain

She admitted to me once their anonymously
that she could not achieve, with out you.
what you call satisfaction their with the living.
And why some of you buy large dogs.
And their parts are, being she is not unlike it you.
And having had been molested once and later scraped
and left for all your friends to find.
She could open herself to only corpses now.
Without a single tear but after her old father died
no fear was left inside at all.
And while she did not engage in anything but the digital penetration,
another female standing by her watching
always did.
And green mortification,
when left to long out was it you my panties smelled?
And as love it goes or so she read it when you did,
and she/you how too manage it,
by pushing a piece of wire into her brothers finger.
When he left and died and their and their was little hair
until she learned to shave her parts went well.
And now my agent never calls me any more.