Ice Cream, ' Instead Poem by James McLain

Then as he usually did,
my father peeled off the condom
and put it on my bedside table.

Maybe, if mother ever did,
when she became lost perhaps.

Anyway as I began to fall alseep,
I remember looking over at it.
But like all the rest,
it slowly began to leek.

Having by now to many
brothers and sisters.

Bying ice cream with the money
that I receive,
as I'm washing out the condom
there is some thing I don't get.