To Whom We Would Address Poem by James McLain

Does the mob really know your one true name?
When children are allowed to eat their fill.
Candy most will choose, to few will not.
Knowledge by it's self a useless tool.
In the dark of night you let them in.
How the law is written, few explain.
Long how long is one a short life sentence?
Break neck at this rate of speed you won't survive.
Under street lights,
on a sidewalk that never really ends.
Each letter that is sent you never read because.
It was stamped return to sender no ones home.