Roger Bewman Poems

Lookin back and the hazy days
tick tack the turbulent past

Shootin apples of the trees
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Great you took the job
great you won the lottery
great you fixed it
great you became well
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Noise are the sins of society...not only that.

Noise is a long story sometimes without purpose
and cause.
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White plastic lights in the dark
cutting color off the sky
coated screams near the moon
hurry up and wake up
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Mmmmmmmm……….
Overseas
Take the plane
Jet lang busters
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Sexual molesters
hannibals, perverts, psychos,
malicious freaks of nature,
robber barons, drug cartels makers
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Repetitions strange addiction
foggy rivers heart's scenery
serve hordes symmetry
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True be or not true be
Must be or not must be
Let be or not let be
Could be or not could be
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(lyrics and music written with my cool bro Niko)

You could be summer and I could be spring
and you’ll know that I love you when I call out your name
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