IF I WERE YOUR BATHWATER
If I were your bathwater
I would take to the shape of your body I would not leave one part of you dry.
If I were your bathwater
I would seep into your most sacred places and dangle there until you enjoy the beautiful sensation of the water massage.
If I were your bathwater
You would look into me and see your lovely reflection.
If I were your bathwater
You will lie back and close your eyes as the water starts to beat upon your body there you are on a white water kayak trail and when you reach the end you let out a scream of passion.
If I were your bathwater
When you stood up to pull the plug I would defy gravity and stay there to surround you with all the love you will ever need only from me.
If I were your bathwater.
By: William L. Spicer Jr.
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(G.O.U.S.) Good Old United States
The problem of the world is the man today, who get on drugs and live a terrible way.
You got the pills the pot and heroin and blow with alcohol being another bad way to go.
I say get off of drugs and get a straight head before somebody finds you dead.
They don’t want a job but they want to get paid, they don’t want a baby but they want to get laid.
When it’s all over they know what they did and they won’t even take care of their kid.
You got to be strong and leave the drugs alone or
You’re going to be mad when your money is gone.
The best part of this here information is that you must get a good education.
You don’t go to school because you don’t like the teacher and
Won’t go to church because you don’t trust the preacher.
Watch what you do to somebody else because it is sure bound to happen to yourself.
You got to be strong and leave the drugs alone or
You’re going to be mad when your money is gone.
Let me tell you a little story about the good old U.S. this is something I been wanting to get off my chest. You see it every day around your neighborhood that the U.S. is old but only sometimes good. You got the African, Jamaican the white and the blacks the Spanish and Chinese the Cubans and Japs. They get these big loans from Uncle Sam but when it comes to the blacks they don’t give a dam. Now don’t you think it’s something real funny going on because when we go down there for money they say it’s all gone. They say this is the country of the free and the brave so why do I still feel like a runaway slave. To me this is the country of the sick and the slick and if you don’t be quick you will sure get vicked.
You got to be strong and leave the drugs alone or
You’re going to be mad when your money is gone.
You have to be strong I mean just like a root but not in dirt clean and in a suit.
A root is strong to support a tree and that’s how the black man needs to be to take care of his family. Today we have a chance to overcome all the self brought on stress and remember that we have unlimited opportunities because we live in the G.O.U.S.
BY: WILLIAM L. SPICER JR.
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BEVALUED 
Billy,
I remember when you 1st shared these poems with me over 20 years ago…still effective.
Leslie
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You plagiarized the poem “Water of Your Bath” by Ahmasi Lloyd (1971).
You need to stop. I remember when it was first published in the community newspaper Transition Press of Corona-East Elmhurst, Queens, New York City. And I know him personally now 75 years old.
Thanks, Geoffrey; I just saw your comment and I’m deeply touched and appreciate you having my back! I found many variations of my poem on the net and then some who actually claim they wrote the poem themselves! The Library of Congress copyright bureau has the original filed by me way back hen. Eric Rawlins, (remember him?) told me back then to copyright the poem and I did! Plagiarism of any kind is not flattery; it’s a theft and a crime!
THANK YOU!
I detest plagiarist…they think it “impressive” but instead it’s “distasteful”.
He is/was definitely a LIAR who is not doing too well these days!
#KARMA
sensed there was something odd about the language in this version of the poem. it did not quite conform to what I recalled from lo those many years past (which might also have been a plagiarized version, regrettably). the question is, how, Mr. Lloyd, can one see your copyrighted original? nothing shows up with your name associated other than this result in which you acknowledge the misappropriation, not even when “library of Congress” is included in the search term. I would love to see what YOU wrote: quite possibly the most sensuous, evocative love poem in existence. please say (or anyone else who knows)! Muchas gracias para su ayuda.
I had this poem by Ahmasi Lloyd on my wall in the ’70s after seeing it in Essence magazine. Plagiarism is serious. Shame on you William.
I too had this poem and the beautiful drawing that accompanied it on my wall in the 70’s when I saw it in Essence magazine.
This man is sad and disgusting for taking someone else’s talent for his own. How do you live with yourself deceiving others??
God forgive you your failings. May you look to Him to guide you to a better way of living your life in Truth.