🇺🇸 When I Lived In My Car For Three Year's 🇺🇸 Poem by James McLain

When I lived in my car for three year's
I was happy.
I'd go to the beach and swim three miles
Following the incoming or outgoing tide.

The jelly fish would fire me up from July
Through October,
Yes it hurt but the pain from that was less
Than the pain that put me in the car.

I then would go to the largo library and
Post my poetry there.
From two thousand and nine through two thousand
Twelve and no one here knew then how I suffered then.

There's nothing normal about living in a car for
Three day's much less three years.
I was broken my crown had been cracked
I was getting mental health treatment but as with
Now the medication can be quiet debilitating.

I had to come to terms that my sister had
Been sleeping with my wife and I'm as square as they
Come in real life.
Because I was thriving and not just surviving
They finally took my car.

So yes I've been here for twelve long year's and
I mostly study the master's.
Outside of our world in this my world 🇺🇸 rock and roll
Sex and drug's are what sells.

It's not my intention to offend people here
But I live in America thank god.
I certainly don't try to control what you say
Countries and customs they vary.

So I've been around the world in my head and
Here where I've read thousands of poem's
From a thousand different poet's who in my humble
Opinion try to improve what they write.

No I will never become a highway man again
Prison and jail I no longer can endure at my age.
So I thank those here for their tolerance
The few trolls here can go to that special place
Where they live.
On parting I will still give you soft reading
And hard and hope you don't get to offended.

Sincerely
I endeavor to remain,

James McLain 🎸