The Life I Never Asked For Poem by James McLain

About my life, the reason is not where I live and how
crank control's my mother and her life.

I can hear my brother shagging with a crack whore
in the living room
theirs no one but D.C.F. for me to talk to.

Besides of being accused by them of betrayal
and for obvious reason's that's why I won't, I was
told my dad got killed in Afghanistan
I never saw him.

I never touched drugs.
Other's say they never will.
Tonight, my mom and brother are going to go to jail.
And I again will be left, alone.


So as I sit here, hungry and freezing,
wishing someone could come and save me
I realize I'm on my own
and nobody's is coming here to save me.

I'm afraid that my creative juice's have dried up.


Merry Christmas.