## A Story Of Hobo-A - Down Again 9 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

The friend was sitting on a park bench in the park,
as was custom now. Who should come along but, HOBO-A.
Though, HOBO-A was HOBO-A and not HOBO-A,
in the full context of the moment. The friend upon full
recognition called HOBO-A over to the bench.

The friend asked HOBO-A what was he doing? You
see, HOBO-A, was all covered with chicken feathers,
in designs. Face, hair, cloths, and shoes, all with,
expressions of chicken feathers. Not to mention
that HOBO-A and his devil, alcohol, had a good long
meeting.

HOBO-A was in an excited mood. He said, he had taken
some speed pills, with the alcohol. He had watched,
LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN, on the TV. With all
the women and glitters, he wanted to be like him. So
he got some glue, opened a pillow case and designed
himself like, LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN did. Now
he was here in the park, walking through, to go make
the scene.

The friend felt sorry for HOBO-A for a brief moment
inside. Then he told HOBO-A, that watching that BIG
MOM TV. was hurting him. He was in emulation and
worship, of an idol. That his devil and those speed pills
only enhanced the longing of that idol worship. Those
graven images on that BIG MOM TV. are a sin in the
eye's of GOD.

Plus, HOBO-A you are being an image and not your real
true self. That booze and speed pills, only alter your real person
inside. It retards your natural growth, like a plant toward
sunlight, it is bending you toward an image and person
that is not you really inside.

HOBO-A just looked at the friend and just walked away.
HOBO-A told the friend, that he had to make the scene.
The friend could only look, knowing that the alcohol
and speed pills, had HOBO-A in full control for the time.
HOBO-A walked off in a dance like strut, as if emulating
a, LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN.

2011 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES