JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

My Religious T.V. - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Brainwasher - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.

LOOK I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
WEAK minded - Am I really free? ? ? ?

An addict you have made me.
SIT I DO - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street hanging long.

BEAT - STEAL - ROB - and KILL.
upper - downer - action - ALL thrills.
DANCE ALL NIGHT - GAMBLE - SPEED PILLS.
GOD said, CROSS ON THE HILL.



from my poetry book DREAMS 2

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016



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