Hung Like A Mouse Poem by James McLain

For you, for that one women that has everything
everything you need for happy long life
when everythings about that, everything except that
never were you more happy than that.

Tugging at the end of your long hair
until it forms a well around a deep shaft.
Asking for more,
asking for more and getting no less but no more.
You get it all more than you ask.
Your behavior comes from nature I have.

How would you describe such a primitive club?
What would you say to me unlike it, I'm a person
and to whom would you have me behave this way?
You are just like the mouse out in the field behaving now.
Stop and look get up off your knees.
Flatten out your dress as you look beneath the grass.
You have everything, you have it all.
Like all the rest it looks like I have failed to deliver this quip
a message of need to your lips.
God said it's not about greed.
It's more about whims, it's less about virtue see.
Growing heavy and fat overdue to be happy I'm living a lie
and going nuts and you know not why.
What do I do after having had you
and all that I wanted was what you wanted I knew.