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Billy Hitz Poem
Thanks for the mood this world put me in.
Thanks for the wars, the corruption, and sin.
Thanks for collapsing the market with greed.
Thanks for the stress... for the ulcers that bleed.
Thanks for pretending everything is just fine.
Thanks for the forclosures, and the miserable times.
Thanks for relaxing, while riding our backs.
Thanks for the gas prices, and charging us tax.
Thanks for the lies, and the cries of false hope.
Thanks for the junkies, and supplying their dope.
Thanks for the children who have nothing to eat.
Thanks for the subjects, who bow at your feet.
Thanks for the credit that you took away.
Thanks for the resession, now I can't pay.
Thanks for all the oil spills, and the greenhouse effect.
Thanks for dropping the dime on the National debt.
Thanks for the tension, and all of the drama.
Thanks for your actions that spawned the bad karma.
Thanks for betraying the trust that was built.
Thanks for laying upon us the unneeded guilt.
Thanks for sturring up trouble with one swift kick.
Thanks for drawing the curtain before your big trick.
Thanks for leaving us all with egg on our face.
Thanks for disturbing the vibe, and invading our space.
~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © Billy Hitz | Year Posted 2015
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Billy Hitz Poem
They said it was just a passing fad
Dark clouds continue to stay
You have to take the good with the bad
But the bad just won't go away
They tell you to live the American dream
And fight for that dream at all cost
But now we all live the American scheme
Too many dreams have been lost
It cost an arm and a leg for a tank of gas
And people are losing their jobs
Lay it all on the line to borrow more cash
But there are already too many scars
So open your eyes oh say can you see
Is this the American way
No home can be saved and nothing is free
And our dreams have been all swept away
~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © Billy Hitz | Year Posted 2016
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Billy Hitz Poem
Without the silence
There would be no screams
Without the nightmares
There would be no dreams
Without the pleasure
There would be no pain
Without the sunshine
There would be no rain
Without the palms
There would be no grease
Without the wars
There would be no piece
Without the bombs
There would be no youth
Without the lies
There would be no truth
~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © Billy Hitz | Year Posted 2016
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Billy Hitz Poem
You're a twelve step program
You're the weak amongst the strong
Avoid the intervention
'Cause you know you don't belong
You're one bad habit
One that's really hard to break
It's time to draw the line
For another line to take
You're a bad hangover
Snort a bushel and a peck
It makes the hair stand up
On the back of your neck
You're a dirty pin cushion
Need a shot to ease the pain
Can't feel the pretty poison
Is it taken all in vain
You're a proud pill popper
You're a bottle on a shelf
Just fade away in memories
As you slowly kill yourself
~Billy Hitz~
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Billy Hitz Poem
She's the giver of life
She's the queen of hearts
She's a one woman band
Who played all the parts
She's the gleam in your eye
She's a bright sunny day
She's the voice of reason
When life runs astray
She's a shoulder to cry on
She's a well needed hug
She's the keeper of kindness
And unconditional love
She's a guardian angel
She's a heavenly soul
And she's loved in our hearts
More then she'll ever know
~Billy Hitz~
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Billy Hitz Poem
Do you miss the way I loved you?
Are you missing how I feel?
We are the broken hearted
Who's hearts will never heal
Is your regret so overwhelming
That it consumes you lonely days?
Does your head fill up with memories?
Is it comfy where it lays?
Do you miss the way I touched you?
Are you yearning for your love?
You never finished what you started
And this loneliness is tough
So will you kiss me while you hold me
When you see me in your dreams?
'Cause now I'm just a fantasy
In someone's head in Queens
~Billy Hitz~
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Billy Hitz Poem
One is very open minded
And one is a little shy
But if you try at night
And the price is just right
You can buy some Pride and Joy
And when your feeling lonely
They're something to enjoy
It's always much better
when you get them together
Love feeling my Pride and Joy
We can play at my place
We'll just have to keep down the noise
I'll give Joy a great ride
While I swallow my pride
I'm consumed by my Pride and Joy
Well my rhyme is almost over
But before I say goodbye
Just give them a try
They'll bring a tear to your eye
Overwhelmed by my Pride and Joy
~Billy Hitz~
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Billy Hitz Poem
Race up and down life's highway
No stopping to pay any toll
Just livin' it up in the fast lane
Spiraling out of control
Don't hit the breaks keep moving
Take it as far as you can go
Might need a boost of high octane
Won't stop 'til your engine is blown
Get it in gear to get off soon
Don't think you can find your way home
Your lost and you're running on empty
And you're riding life's highway alone
Slowing down 'cause there's too many detours
After a while it just starts to get old
hope you get off the right exit
Before you get stuck on the side of the road
~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © Billy Hitz | Year Posted 2016
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Billy Hitz Poem
An eye for an eye
A lie for a truth
A song for a sigh
A note for a groove
A line for a page
A pen for some ink
A light for a stage
A show for a drink
An app for an age
A web for a site
A chart for a gage
A gig for a bite
A kiss for a chance
A tongue for a taste
A deuce for a dance
A catch for a phrase
~Billy Hitz~
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Threw away your family values
Took away my mother's pride
Could've been a better person
You spread your seed before you died
All you had to do was be there
But you were never there at all
Instead you spent most of your life
With drugs and alcohol
I remember all the heartache
All those nights my mother cried
While you were out with so called friends
Out to get some satisfied
In the end you turned out worthless
A homeless dying bum
We'll both never know how it feels
To be a father and a son
~Billy Hitz~
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