Old High German Angst Poem by James McLain

I wasted a lot of waste on that one..yea..
I recon I, know I did..
Trying intelligence on..because it's used well....as?
In reality there being more than a lot, just fake mascara,
as swell..I see you laugh I do as well...wink..wink.
Did you really think your v*g *Na..is all of that
in a zip lock bag..like some left over tuna casserole..
I smile *it's just another v*g*na..at best...
I'm what...it is ok..I like, am I is, to a what is child, ..
to think I would tell you what..
It has nothing to do with truth, hidding what..dad..cia..
lived to never tell about.and thats why..he lived...
I would go through my garbage as you would say...smile..
and look for your lip stick of shade..stay intelligent...
and throw out them as well...really it's not worth
the trouble though..lies are lies...
hallucinations are some thing else..neurotic can
grow to psychotic..
i would just rather stay blue..you stay green...and smile..