Plus You Are Fired Again Poem by James McLain

Polite was what: Queen mum then did ask(in a frail crackly paper thin voice) are you
one of those special edition been around the block
used up has been hoe's..?
when she heard it spoken a yes and that you had been
in a car crash, she ask
if the car was alright and where were the keys
for your mind was laying outside on it's crack...those
blood stained hands have need be washed off....dirty skank.
knappy headed finger fumbling lip chewing mayonase drinking hoe.