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The BOS Effect

By

Robby Richardson

DEDICATION

My lost orange GAP sweater

&

Aaron Mathis

You were big…you were bright…you were warm…you were torn You were loyal…you were devoted...you were dutiful and steadfast against the storm You were the thing I could count on for those long runs from sunup to sundown Painstakingly keeping me hustling every mile from the suburbs to downtown You never pretended…always accepted…who I am despite exclusion from the trend You were my friend…you were my partner…you were my defense…you were my armor Maybe we were supposed to part so my life could truly start Give up the bad to embrace the good to reach plateaus I thought I’d never could You were there to help me pay my bills and pay for pills

You helped take the lead to feed the need ensnared by everything that seemed green You were there when I got laid…you were there when I got paid In a store, on a porch, or on the corner in that four door In the rain, in the snow, in the wind, in the heat, in the cold You were there when I froze…when I was all alone…my confidence wherever I may roam You there in the morning…you were there at night…in the afternoon and under moonless twilight With you the world seemed right that secret pocket place in the pouch was the ace that was my vouch You never asked for anything and gave me the confidence to face it all No, you deserve it all...deserve all the credit for where my life is heading You passed no judgment…asked for nothing and provided only a comfort like hugging Get the money and stay on that high until it’s your time

And when you become lost did I feel lost just tell me what the cost Whatever it takes to get you back I’ll run right around that track I’ll take that journey and even the longest way now you’ve gone away

No need for picks or traps no blocks or a screen just that scream I…THINK…HE…CAN…GO…ALL…THE…WAY

My big orange sweater gives me big orange side effects

I call them BOS Effects…I’d sell everything for you

Those BOS Effects…I’d grind everyday for you

For those BOS Effects…to keep those BOS Effects

The hours we spent freezing to avoid arrest and grow my future nest Investing in myself is a blessing truly kept shorten the growing list of “us against”

With G-A-P across my chest…the hours we spent…on what those letters truly meant Grinding Always Pays…Give Anarchy Possibilities

Possibilities Always Green…Pray Anarchy Gains

Your value Put Against Gold which meant so much more than a Glock Automatic Pistol An answer to the question that I seem to live for leaving the downtrodden wishful A hundred percent that’s what you were and that’s on my word Comfort always came first it was the only cure to my life’s hurt You brought me comfort in Wonderland and you helped me understand Come to grips with my struggle and all of it

You kept me safe while I ascend straight to outer space

Kept me grounded while guiding my way my little Earthling Riding Hale-Bopp comets…

Falling for false prophet…

And the desire to leave this vehicle my mind’s already left the Earth in

You kept me sane despite the opposite to date A real Applewhite mindstate with a Michael Scofield IQ

Puzzles and journey coping with the future I was lied to

I’ve been put through and seen the damage that it can do

Knock on Heaven’s gate on a cosmic journey with my poetic word play That helped me acquire straight facts from straight lab rats Left me poetically skilled to give Columbia grants back You never asked for anything and gave me the confidence to face it all No, you deserve it all...deserve all the credit for where my life is heading You passed no judgment…asked for nothing and provided only a comfort like hugging Get the money and stay on that high until it’s your time

And when you became lost did I feel lost just tell me what the cost Whatever it takes to get you back I’ll run right around that track I’ll take that journey and even the longest way now you’ve gone away No need for picks or traps no blocks or a screen just that scream I…THINK…HE…CAN…GO…ALL…THE…WAY

My big orange sweater gives me big orange side effects

I call them BOS Effects…I’d sell everything for you

Those BOS Effects…I’d grind everyday for you

For those BOS Effects…to keep those BOS Effects