Lesbianism And Homosexuality Poem by James McLain

As a young man I wished they all were,
one or the other.
In prison they go by many names.
Modestly disrespectful.
Some were mean, most were soft,
some just wanted to hurry it.
The women because they are, but arnt.
I felt comfortable with,
out threat, most of either sex were
reasonably intelligent.
Out here it is differnt the suffering,
bills need to be paid.
And left with only one place to turn.
They marry.
Being straightforward I and.
It is a thrill watching one go down.
To the other side of town and skinning.
With the best of them.
Basically I feel comfortable around them.
Then there is the taxation of it.