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Underground eXperts United
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[ Stashu Kapinski In A Family Way ] [ By Joseph Lisowski ]
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Poetry
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Joseph Lisowski
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BETWEEN THE SEXES
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There's this little kid down the stree,
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cute, maybe two, her mother always
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dressin' her like a doll. Older kids
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come 'round all the time an' play too.
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Always some big scene ona porch.
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One day this boy, maybe three or four,
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stops by with his dad. The kids play.
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I ain't got nothin' better to do so I watch.
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About ten minutes later, outa the blue,
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I mean there ain't no way to see it comin',
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the little girl whacks the boy ona head
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with a toy telephone, then she pinches
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his cheek an' tries to bite. Jeez.
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I'm waitin' for the kid to lay her out,
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but he's a gentle soul an' just stands there
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like his feelin's hurt an' nothin' else.
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His ole man finally picks him up,
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takes him home. I only hope
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he tells that kid to watch out, stay away,
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once them women get an early start,
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you ain't got no chance at all.
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WHAT AM I, A WEATHERMAN?
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It got so cold last night
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I thought I saw snow on the trees.
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It's the end of May fahcrissake!
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Ina morning I take a closer look,
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see it ain't nothin' but flowers
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dyin' on the dogwood tree.
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Just goes to show you
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what you see is what you feel
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an' it ain't necessarily real.
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Believe me, I could tell you stories 'bout that
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but you heard enough of them already.
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SO LONG
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There ain't no givin' up in me.
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No matter how I wanna lay down, let go
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I keep poppin' up, strokin' for shore.
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Talk about shipwreck, jeez,
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whales ain't seen so many.
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But today ain't a day to think about the dead.
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The sun's sharp, cuttin' clean shadows
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against the concrete stoops, telly poles, an' fences.
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The ole guy down the block is pumpin' Italian music
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out to the street where folks is strollin, smilin',
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some even wavin' to kids across the way.
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I give you there's a cold wind but winter
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she's gone to some other country.
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MY CAT FREDDIE KAT
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There's this gray tiger-stripe,
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left ona street, just a kitten.
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So I pick her up an' she squeaks
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real pitiful like an' I take her home.
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Make a space, buy food, litter, all that.
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She's not much on gratitude,
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but she's a good cat an' gives me space too.
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We go our own way much of the time.
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But in the evenin' when I'm feelin' easy
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an' in that rockin' chair, she hops on my lap,
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paws an' curls, then hums that sweet lullabye
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we both end up dozin' to.
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That's what I call good pussy.
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DREAMS YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT
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Damn night visitors struck again.
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This time my ex-wife was raped.
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Twice. She tells me about it
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after we make love. Jeez,
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I say, didn't you go to the hospital
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or nothin', maybe call the police?
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No, she says, I just came home to you.
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But, I says, why are you so calm
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an' only tellin' me after we do it?
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She shrugs. I can't figure it out.
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I mean, I start to say somethin' but give up
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not knowin' what to think.
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She sighs. I fumble in the dark for a cigarette
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knowin' there ain't been any ina house for 20 years.
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Maybe, she says, I want you to have what I caught
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so we could always be together.
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uXu #569 Underground eXperts United 2000 uXu #569
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http://www.uXu.org/
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