The Bum And The Rocket Man Poem by James McLain

Like his one small hand in the dead pool tickling her blind face.
Can little hands represent tree's that are small
and malnurushed?

Portly and proud that a potty mouth throwing rocks across his
own land and Japan!
What would the bum do to U.S. if he could, is he
even now in the dark room, running small hands up the
skirt's of those who would not let him.

The big muscle that the other's have had, like a fast
moving stream passed him by.
What really is a sexual predator that would ignore the
word no, where other bum's in the streets would not.

Rocket man, oh dear, the rocket man is not in any way
like Elton John.
Elton John a friend to all men and women alike, I think
that the rocket man would kill Elton if he could.
The children of his proclaimed enemies he has ruthlessly killed.
Killing his own Uncle with an anti-aircraft round through the
window of his small head.

The bum and the rocket man are friends I think, we now know
mistakes by the good were made.
To undo them, would you if you could?
Making money by killing U.S. you now know!

In my dreams the bum climbed up on top of the rocket man
and flew up and off and the rocket explodes.
Leaving behind for U.S. a better world!
Where we use wind and not gas to get U.S. every where.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017