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Phonetically that’s what my name 
means in Japanese, I’ve been told. 
My name has a synonym. 
My name is in the Bible. 
Maybe one day, folks will say, 
         “Holy Ben!” 
My mentor also has my name. 
He’s on the $100 dollar bill. 
We are both very electrifying 
and I like having him in my pocket
even though I'm not gay. 
My favorite car company is Mercedes. 
      I owned one once 
that had turbo and a diesel engine. 
Just like me, our exhaust stinks and is visible. 
    I stand out in a crowd 
with my voice and bamboo flute. 
I play in parking garages and down back-alley ways. 
        Good acoustics. 
Playing Jethro Tull and Calypso 
      puts me in a trance. 
Makes it hard to sit still when all I want to do is dance. 
So, I usually dance and prance like Pan. 
I was probably Krishna in another lifetime.
But not now. I eat meat with my vegetables. 
When I play the Star Wars theme, 
                          it sends me out to Space. 
      When I play ‘In the Jungle,’ 
it sets the Beastie in me wild and free. 
     When I play ‘Amazing Grace,’ 
                           my spirit soars and flies. 
I like getting the Thumbs Up 
from the Band, and not just the crowd. 
I have stage fright, so I need a helping 
hand to make it up on stage. 
         But once I’m up, 
                I rage!
I have this recurring dream 
with me in the spotlight 
high up on a platform. 
I’m sitting on my porcelain thrown
and there's a huge crowd below. 
I have horns and a halo. 
I sometimes grunt 
when playing flute or singing songs. 
I’m not ashamed to be a poet.
Even though I don’t know It. 
Or grow It or pretend to flow It. 
I prefer to freelance out loud in song 
but the silent pen can’t be wrong. 

               I am the Ben!

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