Pleasure Is Mine Poem by James McLain

Insperation is not a well to me
its my life the words so flippantly
passed with ease are to some
a bit choppy at sea.
Wells of words from the ancients
please me.
Lofty holed cheese I will squeeze
till its Cheddar indeed.
I myself am to inbred to be arrogant
snooty a snob.
Though they put a gag in their mouths
to stifle some pleasure
a fop.
Beneath their pure feet to cough
clustered in mass on a bum
is the same class of hemorrhoid
they owe and they awe
when its mashed.
So when looking down on the fella
or gal pink or yella
I ate the cod and fed the eggs to my cat.