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As Misunderstood As A Pitbull

August 9th, 2023
As Misunderstood As A Pitbull

As misunderstood as a Pitbull
Somewhere along the way he turned into a stray
A youngster with a wild side
A young adult with a tremulous past
Opportunities scarce
Insomnia screams at him
Nightmares afraid of him
A dreamer, people don’t believe in him
Plays like Eric Davis in his hay day
Competition can’t defeat him
Wild boar couldn’t get to him
An old yeller dog who lives till the end

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

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Hoodie Who Stands With His Peeps

August 9th, 2023
Hoodie Who Stands With His Peeps

Clubgoers, nightlife, chick fights
Passion, hip hop fashion
Hoodie who stands with his peeps
Risen from the streets
Stays on the streets
Blasts his beats. Base like a snare
Sounds pound. Steam fills the air
Weekends don’t end, living like bums
Always having fun

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

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I Ain’t A Saint

August 9th, 2023
I Ain’t A Saint

I ain’t a saint
Some don’t deserve their fate
God doesn’t always open the gate
Stay humble, we all stumble
Sometimes my words are jumbled
Sometimes they rumble
A record like Rocky Marciano
We all lose. We’ve all been booed
I ain’t a saint
Some don’t deserve their fate
God doesn’t always open the gate

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

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She Dances Alone

September 14th, 2022
She Dances Alone

Wearing skintight jeans and Wayfarers, without a smile or frown, in the middle of the dance floor, she dances alone.
Bodies all around. Sounds, flashing lights.
In the middle of the dance floor she dances alone.
Spotlights, horns sound, base pounds.
Two records spin. Noise everywhere. Yet not a sound.

 
Wearing skintight jeans and Wayfarers, without a smile or frown, in the middle of the dance floor, she dances alone.
Bodies all around. Sounds, flashing lights.
In the middle of the dance floor she dances alone.
Spotlights, horns sound, base pounds.
Two records spin. Noise everywhere. Yet not a sound.

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

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I Don’t Remember Her Name

September 14th, 2022
I Don’t Remember Her Name

I don’t remember her name, just a night of excite, delight.
Spirited conversations, kind thoughts.
Flirtatious smiles, Soothing scents.
Steam filled the air. Intimacy, Temptation.
I don’t remember her name, just a night of excite, delight.

Spirited conversations, kind thoughts.
Flirtatious smiles, Soothing scents.
Steam filled the air. Intimacy, Temptation.
I don’t remember her name, just a night of excite, delight.

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

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