The Seven Dollar Baby Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Seven Dollar Baby



French fries, one big Mac, a small diet coke.
Pop eyes, two piece with a biscuit, chicken dinner.
Manic depression, deep loneliness.
I will do many things you never thought of.


I was not there, that night when I met you,
at the corner fifth avenue and park boulevard.
I wore a condom the very first time.
When you ate from my bag, of K.F.C. chicken.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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