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First POEM

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

First poem to your ear.
Wax is out-clear.
Let me say a word.
The world is totally absurd.
I cry in a corner-without tear.
Acidrain-bombs, falling each year.
In my womb,a room cold.
Here ,I can be very bold.
Looking out the window pane.
I notice the world is insane.

RAP and RAP and RAP and RAP

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Talk that-STUFF-man.
Go find a new land.
Just slight of hand.
SURE and SURE,that band.
All day long the beat.
What yoe-got to eat.
Dope for the flat feet.
SUPERMAN-can't beat that.
Trick come out of the hat.
Man on the corner,with a bat.
MAN-I just want to RAP.
Girl got that beat.
Next to her on my seat.
She just nosed me high.
My eyes look at the sky.
NOW-NOW, Im not shy.
OK-OK-girl,{{{ GOODBYE}}}.

LOST SOULS

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Weird people walking the land.
Not aliens from out of space.
Making news on the front page glue.
Blue face,pink hair-WHO ARE YOU???
Living on a drug world cloud.
Hear and speaking-real loud.
Telling me-that,I'm absurd.
I only read my BIBLE,{{GODS WORD}}.
Steal,murder,baby raper,sex pill.
Wonder why the world is ill.
People flying and never feet on grounds.
Fluffy clouds, watch out below.
Can't cry at this picture show.
Roll of tickets- all sold.
On a bench feeling old.
Can not be other, than silent bold.

ACID-RAIN WATER BLUES

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

MAN!!, That stuff just burnt my eye.
Fell down out of the sky.
NO-NO, not like MOM'S apple pie.
Scarred my arm last week,by far.
COMES FROM THE GAS BURNING CARS.
No, I dont drive in the slow.
I'M more in with the toe.
Water from the sink just smells.
Cesspool like,but more like hell.
WHAT YOU WANT TO SELL.
Open a gas station on the corner.
The temperature is just getting warmer.
Wont stop by any prayer.
Curled my straight hair.
ACID-RAIN,sing them song blues.
OOPS - NEED A NEW PAIR OF SHOES.

CRACK BABY with AIDS

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Just born into life.
Tomorrow,if only ripe.
Cry baby cry more.
There is no open door.
Skin soon to be sore.
Dont shake on the floor.
MOM just want more.
Dont call me a whore.
Bottle empty, cry some more.
Dont think you will-long.
Whats the name of that song.
""CRACK BABY AIDS GOT SHOES"".
Not like the blues.
DOCTOR said,"dead soon true".

SLAVE BABY

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

You were born to me.
YET, you are not free.
Your life is owned.
Down to the bottom bone.
Cry now baby-not after.
Master said,"YOU TO BE SOLD".
My Mothers feet just got cold.
Master said,"JUST MAKE MORE".
Cant walk out the door.
Sew you a new bonnet fast.
That will just be the last.

SLAVE SHIP

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

MOANS come from the deep bowls.
Chains rattle with the sea waves.
Crying children alone without mothers.
Dead not found since last week.
Stench from the empty chained bowels.
Captured in the heated sun drenched ship.
Closed doors with putrid foul air.
Brothers and sisters of NOAHS ARK.
Reduced to chained crying dog like barks.
SOLD on the block-like birds of lark.

FUNNY LIFE PATHS

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Around many twisted bends.
Finding many, many -ends.
They were once all friends.
Now solitude of eternity.
Quiet song of oblivion.
Come to the nest baby bird.
NO-your words are no absurd.
Fleeting time passes onward.
Still mornings capture sunlight.
Rainbows that have golden pots.
Life is full of empty ones.
Climb your ladder of life.
Even past the top rung.
Then your in flight.

SORRY FOR MY COUNTRY

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

We are not perfect in life.
Jealousy grows with time.
Yet, our sorrow is moral.
We lost the path of life.
Some like the forest deep.
HOLLYWOOD found a path.
It has brought much wrath.
Sure, art is very free.
YET, our children are our keys.
We have become voyeurs, of the screen.
Cant read a book, kids scream.
Wild like the flies on sugar.
YET-YET-AMERICA-is free.
A hydrant for the DOG.
Respect that,[ and flee ].
I'M a poet-you want more.
OUR FATHERS SAID,
"""FILL THE SHELF MORE""".

THE END

GAMBLE HOLLYWOOD STYLE

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Got to keep the image up.
Money is like a new pup.
Intoxicated on beer and wine.
Cop outside-gave me a fine.
HOT DICE-fast rolling green.
Wife & kids- I'M getting mean.
Got to recoup that loss.
What will I tell the boss.
Books are a house of cards.
Fat belly-a jelly lard.
Glitter clown women call on.
Faster & faster the night time.
HOLLYWOOD image falling down.
It's just an illusion,
I'M THE REAL CLOWN.

WILD SCHOOL GUNS

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

More shot dead last week.
Warching T.V. and murder freaks.
Video games that are too real.
Where is the fishing rod & reel.
All they want is to get high & steal.
What can a teen really feel.
There out on the street all night.
Cant walk-the death horror fright.
Media motion,{{ that became too real}}.
Classroom child, cell phone & bananna peels.
Ears closed eyes are shut.
Dreaming of nothing and making a fuss.
School gun child has broken loose.
Putting all of society in a noose.
Let me catch the freight caboose.

STUDYHALL GUNS 201

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Came to learn a thing.
Found out I cant sing.
BUT, the thing,
guns they bring.
High on dope all day.
Very cool way.
What did yiu say???
Dont talk that way.
Out with the gun.
In your face son.
Just like the game.
Pull trigger,just one.
Fell over dead.
STUDYHALL-201

WATER WHAT WATER

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

You want water baby.
We got no water.
All is polluted foul.
Talk to the wise owl.
They wont drink water.
All dead on the river boarder.
CRY-CRY-CRY
That wont help the water.
CRY-CRY-CRY
Babies need fresh water.
Rust,puke,enpty from juice.
Your bottle is empty baby.
105 octane octopus in the glass.
DAYS OF FRESH WATER ARE,
PAST-PAST-PAST-PAST-PAST
_________________________________
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DOGS BATH WATER

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

MAN-This water tastes great.
Bring some on the next date.
Here taste some my friend.
DONT look that good friend.
Try some, just like from the still.
TINY glass-not too much thrill.
TASTES LIKE THE DOGS BATH WATER,

TO ME.
Let me try some of that.
YOUR RIGHT MY FRIEND.
It tastes like the dogs bath water.
Where did you find that stuff.
DOWN BY THE RIVER-CLEAN STUFF.
THAT dog went FUFF-RUFF.
PLUS-The soap & the SUDS.
THAT IS WHAT THAT IS STUFF.
How did the DOGS BATH WATER???
mix with the river water????
and besides the water-RUFFS !!!!

GLOBAL WATER GETTING DEEP

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Up over my weak knees.
Cant sit on the ground.
Water all around.
Cant sleep on the ground.
Global water all around.
Cities sinking in the sunset.
Guess its a lost bet.
Another beer-jest.
Water over my MAYWEST.
Rubber raft my new home.
Now I feel alone.
No-one on the cell phone.
Water down to the bones.
HOAH was a wise man.
Water over all the lands.

ABORTION BLUES

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Joseph Bejcek Poewhit

Movie said - MAKE LOVE.
Images of my dead baby.
Blood from the womb.
Movie said - MAKE LOVE.

{ no church teachings }

BLOODY BABY - MY BABY
DEAD - DEAD - DEAD
I'M in mental hell.
Movie said - MAKE LOVE.
MAKE LOVE - BLOODY BABY.
50 million - 1 more.
ABORTION BLUES