DECEMBER 30, 2022 POETRY To my Lil Boodaboo TERESA BASHAM Groundcover vendor No. 570 There comez a time, In your life, To where ya don't want drama around, You want peace of mind, Don't wanna be on shaky ground, Don't wanna be a tool of any kind, Don't wanna be lied to, Don't need that knife Going through your heart, Don't wanna fall apart. You do wanna be next to One you wanna love, The one you dream of, The one you fell in love, Somehow you'll know, That cha don't wanna go, There'll be somethang in your heart, That will let you know, You never wanna be apart. To my Lil Boodaboo RON PAGERESKI Groundcover contributor My poetry is bad I must admit. On the open mike, I'm not a hit. But bide your time if you've got a while I'll do my best to make you smile. Inspired to write by one I met who later said I made her fret. She thinks I'm weird, my mind all bubbly but I'm as harmless as a Teletubby. She looks down on me, I fault her not, a humble life is all I've got. Where she went is all a blur, I still long to be friends with her. But social class is her life's story I fall quite short in every category. I'd love to take her out, eat fried chickens she looks down on me like slim pickens. In her mind my face does reside, reminding her of a horse's backside. I said, let's go out and have a beer, she told me, take a long walk on a short pier. I know her heart I'll never win, I thought I told her I don't know how to swim? My thoughts of her are pure, not kinky, But, I'm as virtuous as Tinky Winky I'll never get a letter or call on the phone, I guess I'll eat some fried chicken alone. GROUNDCOVER NEWS Swimming with chickens 11
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