Bela Böcek's Written Works

It’s a redhead It’s a sly night It’s a blue hue That reminds me of you. It’s a dead fed It’s a bad sight It’s a book due That tries and...

If things don’t end well I want you to sell My Super Soaker. Still, my only regret Is having not read Dracula by Bram Stoker.

Atop the stone walls of Texan-Mexico With girls and girls and girls And cigars Climbs up the slope of my presidio Soundings of trumpet...

Is it too hard to make it a Little less hard to make it Less hard? Is it too much to ask that When I ask for too much It’s not?

Does god Know where God came from? Can god Please mow My front lawn? ∼ As the soul seeks rest I seek the nearest Restroom. I search for...

In up the snow tree You’d lie low And I’d monkey Up in the jungle tree Rain filled up A jungle jakuzi