I Am Only One Being Poem by James McLain

Like flea's have you overtaken the world.
You put more planning in your next vacation to where?
Heading into the next great oven.
Burnt white or bleached you poor child think heavens there.

In what ever light you best see in.
It is perceived that evil works only in night.
Voting is knowing that you are a minion go and see.
Seven a.m. To seven p.m. when it's,
not in the best interest of thee.

People whom can't read or write lead you, you let lead us,
not literally.
When by not literature it's your past is your path
I am by you forced to walk.

When by he whom then becomes her whence,
from that institution our money is pushed.
And yours by they have such invisible gains been sought.
Then you will think the dollar is stronger than paper.