I'M Askin Polite Cut Me Down Poem by James McLain
I'M Askin Polite Cut Me Down
Bricks I have counted sleeps now forever
in chains on wall you moan my test of rest.
Cracking sockets wrent cause harm to
you bring weird gratification reverser
charm for a word thought fun most here.
Puppies in skins of woman men setting
hall rooms dance with air your sin found
twisting and turning crying burning foul
your own private hell wasting me away.
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