She Is My Whore Poem by James McLain

............Maybe She was a Whore to you.
But she was my whore and I loved her to much.
I think many of you took advantage of her.
Never the less.
I did not care,
after all it was I who married her.
Besides even if some lawyers
and a few judges in the past knew it was
thus it was the past
you should have left it all in there.
And ex-parte is ex partied.
For you were before and
it was before me and fun, simple fun
like the sun always seems to rise
in the east.

Your business is your business and pleasure
this business
with all of that money
I know
what you know and how it now all seems to work.

Hundreds of my poems used for
what
by now
back then they were safely
married to me
and through me to her not to you.

I have always known that you can't
reason with an alcoholic
wine is wine
to you it is fine
but to her.
Lets for a week put her in charge
of your court room.

Do not, if you wont put her in charge
of yours,
why would you do so with mine.

Days I put into some of them.
Plenary guardianship is a boat
that can never sink.

They were not a pleading or
some direct appeal
or an answere brief served
on behalf
of them
a dozen copies if you partied with
yours
and yours and it was thrown out
in the trash
with her panties, before your
wife came home
to go over yours with you.

I am direct and I know all to blunt I have
nothing to hide
why lie
I spread the moon out of love and yes
with a smile
again.

Remorse for that, there is none for again
the same would I do.
Buisness is business
and pleasure is pleasure.
Your business is not for my pleasure.

Remember please I ask of you and this
so little I pray:
I am just a simple ignorant man.
This plea let it fall on sound ears.
I want what is mine and not what is yours.
Please forgive me: ...but I become ill
running a jail
for profit
and because:
I am impractical my root may not ever run deep.

Some say we should not keep it personal
and without remorse
for I will be forever yours in abstract of course.