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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

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Eat a Little Piece

Poem: Titled: Eat A Little Piece?My Poetry on PoetrySoup
 Written by: Ronald Watson.
March 10, 2013.

Eat A Little Piece?
Ethel, she is an elderly little lady who bakes sweet tasty treats, and constantly, she is asking,” Please, come on, eat a little piece?”
It was her secret cooking recipe’ that would knock the socks right off of your feet.
Then, she gathered up together all of, “The Powers That Be.”
When it came time for them to eat a little piece.
To sip it up with their coffee and tea;
Devour some up like, the cookie monster on: Sesame Street.
Either, it should taste more like, their moms red beans and rice.
Or it would taste just like, those sweet and honey barbeque ribs that is cooked so nicely.
Because it is her secret cooking recipe’. Yet, still she is asking, “Come on now, please try a little peace?”
But, they all just stood and shook their heads, saying that they were all having War instead.My Poetry on PoetrySoup

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Old Gentleman Jack

Old Gentleman named jack
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I’ve gotten so drunk/
I did not even know how to act/
After drinking a fifth and two twelve packs/
All of my inhibitions Just sunk like/ an old elephants’ trunk.
Though any thoughts to care just fell or collapsed/

I've gotten so drunk /but not all was forgot!/
So, cheers to that Old Gentleman whose name is Daniels Jack?

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All In All

Poem Titled: All In All.
Written, by: Ronald Watson
03/10/2013
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All in all, that Corruptible wall.
This is all what old clay bricks should be.
What protocols to stacking society?
Multicultural from A to Z.
One brick two brick three.
It is politics, propagandas, and rhetoric’s.
As which, all are called hypocrites.
It is all my eyes could see,
Them so called major Flaws and those minor Jim Crow Laws;
Abusing freedom, causing it to stop or suddenly pause.
One brick, two brick three.

Thus, this poem is called, all in all, but 
Only God is, inconceivablelity.
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Mississippi Is Four Eyed

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Poem written By: Ronald Watson
05-2011
Mississippi’s Four Eyed

Ms. Sissippi Is Four Eyed
She have broken into that old wood burning stove, and
 She’s smoking that old southern type of pipe pride.
As though, if this was a device design and devised of little white silly lies, she foretold.
She’s, neither, afraid to beg, borrow, nor, taking a bad bribe.
Her soul cuts deeply from ear to ear; it’s only justice to feeling a good vibe;
		Ms. Sissippi, she is four eyed.

Ms. Sissippi, she is four eyed, and
While her tears are over flowing as a raging river will rise.
She’ll gamble to bet and just throw it all in for, one of a kind.
Whereas, an acquisition was made subliminal like, the truth is despised.
There as, her accusation to demise as which she would solely had criminally denied.
Coincidently, is it not did simply nor, it is done accidentally, but
Isn’t she’s four eyed?

Though, she’ll get caught eventually-
So, all those old traits will die, and along with her bold hate in which she hides,
Beneath her hospitality, and for Christ sakes! Even, Stevie Wonder can see that shit’s fake!
Sadistically, it’s how she gets off on the pain of darkness that had backfired and turned back sides.
Thus; she’s four eyed and yet she’s-
As lost unto her own selfish little world, but
She always has been that four eyed special little girl.


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