My Pre Owned Mental Illness Poem by James McLain

The voices are ok...you get used to them
they are very creative
some times while walking in the air port
I wonder around blurting out
verb verb verb
all the pretty ladies with guns ask me if I'm lost
I explain if they could find me how can I be lost
they then try to export me.
Impulse beyond my control direct my fingers in
trying to help
your obsessiveness let loose it's grip from my
tongue
your complaints I hear yet
they must be ignored as well
you are just to controlled and displaced
we can explore more of these conditions latter
as an after thought being now delusional
when I become president
every women will get one free
banana
and every man
will get two child support checks
one for the ex and one for the next.
..) it(s..hard not being famous..) it(s..even.hotter
next to you...entail you look at me with those two
big air conditioners....iip....passed ellawaswise last night..