Naive Like Me Poem by James McLain

I think that I would rather live in a world
where I can leave my door unlocked.
Not in a third world tragedy.
A lock uncomplicated, where a butter knife's
the key.
Left beneath the welcome mat or the flower pot.
Where if I chose to walk to school, I'd never
be kidnapped.
The world today is to complicated, I've forgotten
my passwords to my websites.
Where the only reason that you don't have to check
that box is because half of U.S. are convicted felons.
Will every one
give up their guns if law enforcement won't?
Cloned a person's not, it seems because they
can't duplicate
the life they led, or the lack of trauma done.
There's no one we can trust to bring U.S.
back to where we trusted were.
Our kid's who cannot speak or write like this.
Their common bond to me and you is their severe
disfunctionality.
Confusion more becomes when you can't make since
of the advertisements now shown on t.v.
Are the old now dead the lucky one's that left
their front door's open?