BOBBY Z - POEMS

​ BOBBY Z is a avid writer and Blogger, also has video’s, audio’s a podcast and has Authored the Book Tales Of The Junkyard Dog. A rather abrupt and unusual Collection of Poems providing insightful and comical commentary on life, the Convergence of the past and the present, and the trails and tribulations of
Relationships---BLOG  https://talesofthejunkyarddog.wordpress.com
BOBBY Z THE JYD, 78 YEAR OLD VET, CANCER SURVIVOR, RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC (41 YEARS) AND ORIGINAL JERSEY CITY 50’S BAD BOY WHO TELLS IT LIKE IT IS FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST.

​WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?????????

​HEY WHO THE FUCK---DO YOU THINK YOU ARE.
I SAW YOU LAST NITE---AND YOU WERE DRUNK & BUYING THE BAR.
 
WHERE YOU GOT THE MONEY---WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.
THE SHY’S ARE LOOKING FOR YOU---TO BREAK YOUR LEGS AND YOUR NOSE.
 
YOUR FAMILY IS HUNGRY---AND THE RENT HASN’T BEEN PAID.
YOU’RE PROBABLY WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND---TRYING TO GET LAID.
 
THREE FINGERS GAVONE----SAID YOU MADE A FUCK’IN SCORE.
SAID YOU MUGGED OLD LADY O’GRADY---AND TOOK HER MONEY FROM UNDER THE FLOOR.
 
THE FUCK’IN BULLS ARE LOOKING FOR YOU—SAID YOU JUMPED BAIL LAST WEEK.
OLD LADY O’GRADY’S SON WANTS TO SEE YOU---TO REMOVE YOUR FUCK’IN TEETH.
 
REMEMBER A TIME---WHEN WE WERE FRIENDS.
BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO—NOW YOU’RE A  FUCK’IN SCUMBAG ALWAYS HIGH ON BLOW.
 
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS SIMPLE---AND WE ALL PLAYED IN THE BAND.
NOW YOUR ASS WILL BE VIOLATED---CAUSE YOUR GOING TO THE CAN.
 
MANY OF US GOT AWAY---AND LEFT ALL THE BULLSHIT BEHIND.
BUT ONLY YOU LOST YOUR WAY---AND YOU’LL NEVER FIND YOUR WAY BACK IN TIME.
 

​ LIKE ME

​                                         If I can’t be me, Who would I want to be.
                               Would I want to be someone else, Who eventually became me.
                                
                                             When I become me, Who I don’t want to be.
                                            Would that someone else, ever be free of me.
 
                            When I become free of me, Would the me who don’t want to be me.
                                          Become someone else, That they don’t want to be.
 
                                       If they don’t want to be me, Who would they like to be.
                                                  Probably someone else, that is not like me.
 
                                            It’s tough to be me, When you don’t want to be me.
                                                To become someone else, That is not like me.
 
                                                 The thought of being, Someone not like me.
                                           Leaves me wondering, Who I will be, if I am not me.
 
                                                     Why don’t I want to be, Just like me.
                                              Or someone else, That could become like me.
 
                                                  Become like me, Which I don’t want to be.
                               So why would I be someone else, Who would only become like me.
 

​  WHO WE ARE

​WE WALK THRU THE ASHES OF DAYS GONE BY.
SEARCHING FOR REMNANTS OF WHO WE ARE.
 
WE SEE A SHADOW UPON A WALL.
A BLURRED VISION OF FORGOTTEN YEARS.
 
FADED MEMORIES THAT FAIL TO APPEAR.
ERASED FOREVER, LOST IN TIME.
 
WHO WE WERE, AND WHO WE ARE.
WERE LOST FOREVER IN THE BOWELS OF TIME.
 
VISIONS THAT REFLECT MOMENTS.
OF TIMES NEVER HAD.
 
RESCINDS ALL YOUR DESIRES.
TO REVIEW YOUR PAST.
 
SO WHY MUST IT BE, THAT WERE ALWAYS FILLED WITH REGRET.
SEARCHING FOR MEMORIES OF WHO WE ARE.