Access Denied Poem by James McLain

Access one Denied
Einstein, Uncle Albert
People who deny access
to they
of them selves
from all others
are the punks, punk of the world.
Pick and choose who's boogers you eat
Rasmussen are her leaves left behind.
Avid consumer when you of swollen
phallus's, hideously engorged
with blood pumping sucking
and chest thumping spheroids.
Ignore the messages
do not reply send it back
as undeliverable.
How great is grace thou art?
Presumption of thought
masturbates me in my great sleep
come when you do/do not wake me up.
That one thinks they can play chess
better than any whom came before.
Check that storefront
Your wife the mannequin
each rainbow bikini
her other your, ' hypothalamus
pink submarines from the medulla oblong-ed
gotcha, please stand up.
Your interest's lie in my clear jar
where they might keep your claim to fame like his
then and when once their you are
please, until then
fall on your knees
and shave smooth your
pink calloused gum's
rigid and hard, bumpy and grooved
they feel as bad
as your spotted yellow teeth.
Access Denied,
is for children and Nuns
You are the Virgin
my wife every day, says you are.


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