Like A Rash Poem by James McLain

That feeling, I seem to have it their now.
When it first came upon me.
Like a rash, spreading around it.
Scratching at it and they laugh about it.
The others all have 'said'.
Saying they 'said.
My friends,
with or with out me, Me or sit over there.
“No.”Way “out and his and” does not say if the girl
that it tries to sweet talking softly.
And it 'must' happen exactly like they 'said
just then, latter he asks, some pressure,
“just a little, this which they like and you that I like? ”
You like me right?
Yes...... And you who do not have too, not yet, yet
and already can she be doing it, concerning that.
Whether or not there is something there.
Where you see exactly with the surface which it has seen,
and seeing it, tells you relax,
and it is a very small world you have now obtained.
Double think from doubt the feebleness that opens inside
and spreads, which it now may.
How are the internal organs and when should it obtain them?
My friends were so many those nine months ago,
until they found out,
how I now am, not one has offered to help and they 'said'.