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Sep 2011 · 2.1k
My First Trip To The Dirty D
Eric Clark Sep 2011
Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D
In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E
We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's
Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40
Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory
Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories
That night was crazy and a definite blast
Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp!
Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara
Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera
Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya!
The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill
Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal
Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal
Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real
Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill
Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind
I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
This is a poem about visiting my friend Dino in Detroit. I never been and had an epic time. It's more of a personal poem but one that I think tells a story about an amazing weekend!
Sep 2011 · 3.1k
The Passion Of Hooping
Eric Clark Sep 2011
Hooping to me is bringing everything to the court
Basketball is a passion, not an ordinary sport
I play defense like a soldier, defending his fort
You have to go hard no matter what, if you shooting a lay up or a three
When I'm on the hardwood, I lose my mind and go free
I imagine myself not Eric, but the man who wore the Bull's 23
I won't be in the NBA, but I'll be the backyard Kobe Bryant or The City Park MVP
Sep 2011 · 629
Stop To Listen
Eric Clark Sep 2011
As I walk on the downtown street
I stop to hear this stranger play
He strums the guitar
And his lyrics ******* away
You can hear his pain in every word
I’m hearing his life story standing on this curb
He’s a homeless man just trying to survive through music
I can’t believe I’m hearing such a masterpiece of acoustics
I sit there and listen to the entire song
I hand him a few dollars and walk on
I’ll never forget hearing such a wonderful song

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