James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

1990's Beat Nick

Much I marveled the stereo rap
Fallow falling into civil traps
My mind always strays to ghetto
Remembering many sound, fatherless folk
They are perfumed from unseen yoke
What could there be more purely woke?
Where’s my money yo!
I felt obliged to not admire the folk
Yet I stick them, I stick em…
I crave the civil injustice,  so accustom to classical music
I remember I was thumbing
Playin the bass line bum, bum, bum- bum,bum
My mind stays strays to ghetto
Man you such a lucky fellow
To sit out here on yo porch listen in to yo rap

1/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

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Caren Krutsinger January 19, 2020 at 6:55 AM I love the term beatnik. I am going to use that in a poem now. I had forgotten Dobie Gillis and his friend Maynard until this poem!