Psychosexual Evaluation, ' Is When Yours Poem by James McLain

By our talking then they, concentrate on sexual development.
When each we are,
our juicy, juiced like o.j. individuals, platonic sexual history.
Does your interest run to far off into, yonder paraphilic?
When does sexual final each adjustment, how did it grow?
Is your level of risk, and does each now our victimology.
It also may include a full confession of your social history.
Will they sell it to the highst bidder, your wife to your husband?
Did your family history, here deep way down, the south
and did you walk around outside in your green panties?
Did you walk around inside with nothing else left on?
What is this history and did you say who wrote it.
Do trees grow deep and live within the forest or
when lily kisses rose and now at last I'm, poor and pregnant.
Row, row, row your boat up against my recommendations.
Does the treatment hurt or does it feel.
Elavation and devaluation helps it out considerably.
When the agents are when standing.
And the courses (condemning all the children before adults) .
Were you receptive the payment of.
Through the key hole.
Did you want to see the handsom man his tree and root?
Did you want to see the buff so hot the woman made you do it?
Who could draw a benefit from these evaluations?
Then when I was sexually maltreated, dreaming of the past.
Drinking tea, lust fanatics of our sex, with no defense against.
We the drinkers of the milk and the agents just continue too.
Our equipment of detention, Anti-Social Service, party suppliers
each reception, adequte equipment equals residential.
Foster care providers, more than residential padded cells.
Our innocence once it was, with their ten fingers deep inside us.
So I come around the back to see each show.
Peeking through the bushes.
And look, how just so long before it takes them, how short I am.