Promotional Parents Poem by James McLain

Silence and slow time.
Standing postponed, straight up.
It is never hastened though,
Time running fast
it may be from the center,
the rest of the hands re-positioned.
True to all parents,
and promotional parents is not to be.
They are old excessively Un,
to withstand one bright precocious child.
She even before I came, you and I feel, itself.
Furthermore, as for the others whom are not.
Because of what you did to them.
Drinking and doing drugs while pregnant.
Now to cover up the swollen belly that now you wish.
You dote upon.
Having to feed the child milk from the grandmother.
The pot is new, though not intact.
Even now the young person, is everything old.
It was simply for the sake of.
Silence and nine months of slow time.
I used the time to destroy what no one would want.
So look at what I promoted,
and it will all fall on deaf ears, what of that.