'Scared' Little Girls Big Ones-You Poem by James McLain

Afraid of the dark afraid to look
under their own bed when some
one breaks into the house.
Even with his gun in her hand.
When they do they like slow every
thing down to make sure they get
caught to be his first victim.
Yummy says daddy death pulling
her back by her knickers sex sells.
Dripping she pushes her self into
daddy's face allergic to fish he faints..
You get angry and cut his wrists..
Afraid of your own smell thats why you
bought a husband you knew the risks
your flowers brought, so why the tail.
You hide under the bed waiting for the
next paratrooper too deliver a rose.