It(Is~a~storm Drain That Lives On Your Street~~ Poem by James McLain
It(Is~a~storm Drain That Lives On Your Street~~
It is where the life is sucked from you
it is not a bordello dirty mind whom
sleeps in the mud from which
you came.
I speak of the babies ripped from the womb
shipped to the pet food companies
ground up and bought as food
for your pets.
Is it a wonder why your dog is always humping
your lost mind and the cat
shreds your bum.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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