John W. McEwers Poems

Da Gibbawaba Gita gotta goody goody girl.
Da Gibbawaba Gita gotta git da girl a gift.
Da Gibbawaba Gita gunna git da girl a goat.
Da Gibbawaba Gita gunna git it from a thrift.
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Her inner beauty found its way to me before I ever found my way to her.
I was sitting on my couch, upset with my life, wondering how I ever fell so far.
The TV was on in the corner of the room for days and days and the cable bill wasn't getting paid.
And the WB was on.
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The armies of childmen
will clash as foretold
by the black friday ad.
will crash against the gates
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Worms crawl where hair once flowed in a mane that Black Stallion would kill Secretariat to have along his back.
Maggots eat out the remaining globs of decay from the brain that once would have made Carl Sagan beat up Neil Degrasse Tyson for the chance to pick.
A coffin creaks beneath the weight of the earth that once shook with his every step, surrounding the bones once surrounded by a soul not even Otis Redding could hope to match.
The hands of Michelangelo and the feet of Fred Astaire.
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Graffiti can be washed
with a pressure hose.
But how does one pressure wash a mind?
How does one spray away the smell?
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Well shiver me timbers
me laddies and me lassies
y'all have a fine shine in me eyes
when me beers turn the color o' me money.
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