For Some Few A View In Perdition Poem by James McLain

I cannot spend your eternity
confessing to your pink crusty sins
it labors my breathing of pinks,
smelling as sulfur..matched horned heads...
evacuated..to grow new tails..she entered the dragon..
Per Curam Affirmed, or even worse the
dreaded Anders brief upon which you now crest.
I cannot under penalty of perjury say you were
great I would be arrested and sentenced
to cover your sins....Your just to fired...
You know you are guilty spreading the word with
out there permission...it came to me being obtained
unethically with no morals or scruples than to father
the cause of some gristle crab lender into the vat
with the other dictators it rests in bleach with the sender.
Forever and a day never to smile touching his grin.