The Criminal Woman Poem by James McLain

O' the rich one,
Why must I ask or you beg.
Having loved but once, nothing about you
would I change.
Jeckle nor Hyde or even poor jack,
I would be.
The old poet, Donne
His words though you read,
Are misinterpreted, differently today are they not.
Never less, but more
having brourn one, it is not cruel to ask.
Wisdom with age has been taught.
Having but one once again.
As I like you once in my youth a criminal man,
never caught.
Verily thus I was taught to not beat women,
Thus only drunk would a woman beat on a man.
Issues such as these would on tomorrow's breeze,
Blow away.
In sixteen sixty five,
had they penicillin then none would have died.
What ever a man might, steal she will take,
None like death or jail, once learned forsakes.
I pray to learning, knowledge is power,
beating hearts that be strong are then one.
One shouldn't beat and through strength there's
No need to kill.
Inside is that jewel I would steal.
As with you I would take back what they stole.
Yes I once was heavily sought after,
Back when it was that I stole.
One must learn to read and write what they say.
The law for me I learned, to it we pray.