Cruddy Poems Of Mine Poem by James McLain

I cry O god in poetry heaven for all the sins
of the weany worms
whom sloth in squalor
O lord my cries you ignore while I languish
in the house that knows only pain and
false pleasure while secretly practicing all that
is sacred to them while denying the same rapture
afforded the less rectally non cerebral
of the lower functions of the mind
O lord my prayers of such you read and smile
and leave happy in the knowledge
that you knew these words before me
besides I can always say the debil made me do it
peace.rugged cross of my lame poems
Are trash in thine eyes.