Under The Boardwalk, Aka I Mean The I-95 Overpass In Florida Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof.
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof.
Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be. (The Drifters)

Really how can society be so terrible?
People living under the overpasses of interstate freeways,
People hearing Helplessly Homeless by (C, S, N and Y)
Causey, (they were the cause)
Steals, (they stole innocence from children)
(g) Nash, (they are gnashing their teeth when the
weather gets cold and,)
Old. (They were young when committed the
Young but now they have to live with it) .

(see observations Helplessly Homeless, Calling Sister Bill)

People that took their liberties and took the liberties of others,
They in part someone’s sister and brother,
People that are sex offenders;
they can’t go into regular society,
By violations of boundaries where kids congregate,
The laws did segregate,
The convicted abusers, they couldn’t,
- without violating their parole,
Be free to roam society in a normal fashion.
Perhaps the male sex offenders should be perhaps be put into a seminary,
Before they encounter those that they offended by word or action,
Before they land up in a morgue and consequently a cemetery.

(2-6-2008)