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Knock Off Poems

A list of poems using the phrase Knock Off. Knock Off Poetry.

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Beauty Pressure

       Waking up in the morning, Knowing that if your hair isn't proper your going feel 
the sting.

 It shouldn't be this way but shallowness is what makes the world twist and 
turn. 

Beautiful people get hired every day and we'll never know if it was because of 
their stunning ness or their portfolio.

 Honestly the first thing you do in the morning is check in the mirror. 

It's not because your shallow, you just want to make sure that you look good because you 
know that people talk and if they do it shouldn't be you that's ever mentioned. 

It hurts to hear whispers in the air and your name is being thrown every where and 
there's nothing you can do about it. 

Fix yourself up, even add a little make up to hide the things that even a magnifying 
glass couldn't see. 

You turn in the mirror in your most expensive high heel shoes, Your just going to the 
office but god knows the trip there is like a fashion show.

 Your just walking down your block but it feels like a run way, Girls can't help but 
check each other out it's just the principle female instinct.

 All this pressure to make yourself look good 20 dollars down the drain 
at the best salon to get your hair done and then it's sweated out in the hot summer sun.
 
What's the use you start to think, but you could never ever change... even if you 
decided to chop it all off you would still have to pay to keep it straight.

 You want to look like holly Barry that's a tough act to follow, she makes it look so 
easy and then you end up looking like some knock off.

 Are you from canal street some fake guy will 
ask? Because I could sworn I saw you your just another copy cat.

 Ouch that hurt you though as you kneeling down in the mirror trying your best to survive 
the sharks that are thirsty for blood. 

Tears pouring down your face and you cry until the morning.

 The tears have dried and your eyes are red, hair is puffy so you grab that comb and 
hurry the same routine. 

It's sad but it's true some say beauty should be natural but there's 
only few  who are natural bueaties.

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Ode To Thanksgiving

AN ODE TO THANKSGIVING

‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring 
not even a beast

The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.

They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all of a sudden
a noise came from a hole

A mouse who was quite small came up
out of that hole in the wall

It squeaked and squeaked 
and gave such a fright
that they ran away screaming
into the night

But then all of the sudden 
there came a big clatter
as the mouse was scrambling
upon the fruit platter

“Wait’ it said, “I’m just like you”
“I would love to be your friend too!”

Melissa and Kaitlyn squealed with delight
as they picked up the mouse
and ran from the sight

They ran through the feast
and then through the kitchen
when all of the sudden
the mouse started ‘twitchen

“Wait!” said the mouse,
“I heard a noise:
I think it was because of those very large boys-
the boys who are eating Chips Ahoy!”

Melissa and Kaitlyn turned in disgust
thinking that those boys were nuts

“How odd!” said the mouse
“that they should have a part-y
and forget to invite you and me!”

So they went and stole a chip
from the bag that was resting on his hip.

But when they ran back to the feast
they ran right into that big old beast.

“Stop!” the beast said
“or I’ll knock off your head,”
“hand me that bag and you be alright.”
“just as long as you get out of my sight.”

They gave him the bag and ran right away
To go take their leave, down to the stock of hay.

It had been a long day
so they slept in the hay
and dreamt sweetly
of their Thanksgiving Day.

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Anna the Prophet

I have this friend; a really great guy.
Always happy; always spry.
And then one day; he stopped and sighed.
His lips moved twice and his smile died.

I said "What's wrong", and I got real worried.
Until he told me of his ex who scurried.
We both got mad and it got mean.
but before we left;
nick-named his queen.

At first I listened to what he said.
But soon the swears were from both our heads.
Only now I knew what he would scoff at.
We both yelled "Down!" to
ANNA THE PROPHET.

She talked about Jesus and how he danced.
Talked about locust and took a chance.
Shocked and surprised with each worried glance.
Made strangers as fast as United States' France.

She said let's be friends and left him alone.
Still calls him for coffee by way of the phone.
And if this sounds sweet, special or kind.
Remember; works called her in before nine.

My friend is a Saint and won't turn her down.
Hurting her feelings would knock off his crown.
And when they drive by, you'll tease them for sure.
Not for a coffee nor being a queer.
For turning his head, in light of a tear.

My friend is a man.  Don't be his judge.
All of his stories come with great grudge.
I know he is weak and tell him to stop it.
Not for a woman.
Anna the Prophet

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Slaughter! Slaughter!

Raise your fists
And raise them high!
Tonight's the night you all will die!
Kill them all! Kill them all!
Slaughter the children
And wipe out the men
Cleanse this earth
Of it's happiness and joy
Fill the land with pain and Destroy!
Kill the men
And kill the women!
Kill yourself when you're done with'em!
Eat the bones
Suck on the flesh
Cut off the toes
And leave the rest
Raise the banners
Fire the cannons!
Knock off some heads
And slaughter the women!
Drink some blood
And spit out some teeth
Fill your stomach with good, good eats!
Fry the skin and peel it off!
Reveal the flesh one by one
Rot away when your time is done!
Die away
Fly away
Til' the time is right
I'm the victor I won the fight!
Come one come all
To the bloody sight!
Gore and flesh and skin and skulls
Blood and tears and nails and bones
Eat them up!
Kill the weak!
Kill yourself!
Eat the meat!
Go, Go, Go!
Die, Die, Die!

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Need to Know

The Lip Gloss question of the day is "What do I know about you?"
Can't really say -- everyday, I see something new.
It could be hat, wig, cornrows, or weave,
Don't matter which, I gotta have me a look-see.
It could be Fendi, Gucci, or knock-off imitation,
Don't matter which, I'm begging for a view with no cessation.
Her moods are so mercurial,
Could be sad, happy, intellectual, silly, angry or attitudinal.
Don't matter which, your presence and aura are always desirable.
You challenged me with the "So you think you know the crab now?" query,
In truth, the Crab's shell remains opaque, still shrouded in mystery.
Of course, I hope I'm in store,
To learn much, much more.
But I sincerely have all I need to know,
For you to occupy a special place deep within my soul.

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And the World Turns

Send them home
To begin 
Again
Bring them back
After the end of ends
Knock off turbans and
Ransack the shacks of the ghettos of New York
Putting things back together
In a mosaic attempt to fix
History and erase her’s
Women and Men
Brown and White
Black and Red
Yellow Yellow
Mellow war fever

Intertwined within the masses
Let’s all hold hands
And blindly lead each other
To the end
A day of reckoning 
Explosive

Cutting through corn stalks and 
Sprinkling homicide through prairies 
Slashing the censored cacti
Tearing off the arms of the rising
Injustice supporters
Smearing blood across
The Painted Desert 

We can’t move fast enough

To make bombs and slice children
Until their tears mix with their blood
To make clay we eat out of
Let’s disengage
And hit the club
Forget this mess
Babay Babay

Democratic Republicans
Poetic Politicians
Dictator loving Socialists
Ease their way into tea parties
Mad Hatter racing The Walrus and the Carpenter
Frantic on opium and dynamite
Versus me, versus you
Me hit you, you hit me
Weaving a basket out of biological warfare
And psychological child’s play

To catch our hopes before they hit the ceiling and burst
Into Reality

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Knock Off You

It's funny to me how he tries,
Attempts to do
The same little things you used to,
And he expects the same results.
He tries so hard
When they were natural to you.
He can't even hold me like you used to.
All those spots you had,
He can't find one;
Or, maybe, it's just because
Those spots only worked for you.
That would make sense.
Serves him right, too.
I mean, how dare he try to be you?!
Does he think that's the only way into my heart?
How could I ever love him for him if he's trying to be you?
I won't. I can't. It's not fair to,
After everything I've already been through,
Ask me to fall in love with a knock-off you.

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Deification

It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to become.
Lately I see them everywhere!
They look just like the people on the covers of those high quality magazines I see 
In line at the grocery store when I am buying my crate of ramen noodles, and 
The 4 for $5 Bar-S brand hot dogs.
I can't help but to think, "WOW! Why haven't I seen any of these people on t.v. yet?"
My adulation for people like Newton, the Incas, Brahmms, Klimt has been misplaced! 
Just when I felt like a wart infested slug for my lack of awareness,
A gracious miracle occurred:
This girl/woman/tranny pulled up next to me at a long traffic light.
She wore those wonderful Jackie-o knock offs that almost cover the entire face, 
Making her nose look like this teensy-weensy little button!
The a.c. blew her hair around like she was in a photo shoot, and 
After removing the cell phone that had neurally implanted itself to her head,
She stared straight ahead, as if in a trance.
I was sure that she was probably in deep thought concerning ways to feed starving babies, 
Or contemplating the lines for her next secret audition that only she knows about.
Once the light turned chartreuse, she accelerated like a photon;
This is when I noticed the scintillating rims that resembled the UFO that I communicated with
Down by irrigation ditch the day before.
This was a sign... I had to catch up with her and share this knowledge!
I followed her the length of the city until she finally pulled
Her behemoth into some swanky day spa that had no airs of pretentiousness whatsoever.
It was weird because as I approached her vehicle, I began to sputter and stammer
All of my words; I even began to inexplicably lurch as I walked towards her.
When she saw me her eyes widened to the size of coffee saucers, and 
The next thing I knew was there were these wires attached to my chest!
Suddenly I was dreaming of the time I ate mushrooms and touched a frayed cord
On an alarm clock.
When I awoke on the hot asphalt, my seraph had vanished into a mid afternoon haze. 
I had to give a toothy smile though- I knew that my body just couldn't handle the intensity
Of her heavenly nimbus!

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since i have been here

since i have been here
i have seen a bunch of useless people
listen
useless
look at that guy sitting against the counter
he does that all the time
he disturbs the cashiers
he is never here when my store manager is here
he knows nothing
he does not even help the cashiers and the manager with the tills calculations when they 
knock off
ladies fall for him like he knows something
i do not know why
i am beggining to believe that we pay him for doing nothing
my wife seems to like him
she likes store packers
that one is only a trolley pusher
i asked my wife why he likes him so much
hey you
come over here
i am going to fire him on the spot just wait and see
you are fired
i told you he is useless
he even cries in front of girls
useless

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Shogun Collab Bill's side 9 Richard Pickett Series

When the bus first got there, the Medic was tending to Brick and it took 
all of five minutes for that to turn around. Brick was tending to the nurse.  
No surprise, Bill thought to himself grinning. Girl never had a chance, and he laughed 
while walking back to Brick’s squad car. The blue lights were still bubbling over the 
top of the rig. Bill got in, called Brick’s twenty third to tell them to pick up his car at 
the bridge but Brick had already anticipated that and beat him to it. It came as no 
surprise to Bill. His detective buddy would never let pleasure interfere with his 
passion for police work and figured bill would do that.
     Bill drove the car back to the Bywater bridge where Bill’s own squad car was 
parked still reflecting swirling lights off the base of the bridge. The bus had picked 
up the body and was gone. Bill was still snooping around the crime scene twenty 
minutes later when another squad car dropped off a driver to pick up Brick’s car. Bill 
knew him as a player for the 21st precinct horseshoe team. “Hey John..”  “Hello 
Cowboy, good to see you back. You got a messy one goin’ here, I’m told.” 
“Yep, I reckon we do. It’s Brick’s case but I got a feeling I’ll be in on it before long if I 
don’t get fired first.” 
“Looks like you're already on it if you ask me...  Well I gotta run. Catch you on a 
make up game.” 
   All Bill found under the bridge, beside the usual out the car window trash, which 
could be construed to be evidence was a lady’s black high heeled shoe and a 
compact case containing blush and red lipstick. He threw them in an evidence bag to 
give to Brick later.
The speaker in his car was broadcasting “ one Victor seven, come in? One Victor 
seven come in?” ---“Yeah one Victor seven here. What is it Tom?”
“Uh, Lt Griggs wants to know what’s goin’ on. Seems a little upset. There’s talk you 
been joyriding in another precinct. Funny thing; he didn’t  know you were even 
signed in or back on duty. A minor detail.  I took care of it for you.”  “Thanks Tom, I 
owe you one.”
“He wants a written report on his desk of today’s goings on by knock off or there 
won’t be a knock off for ya. I stuck up for ya and told him I didn’t think you could 
write but he just gave me a dirty look. Anyway, you’ve been told.” “Okay, thanks 
Tom…... I think.” One Victor seven out. Bill headed back to the Thirty first to finish up 
the dreaded paper work  but first he’d call Brick to get their stories straight. (to be 
cont. on Richard Pickett soup site.)

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Shogun Series Bill's side 11 Richard Pickett story

(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
     
    "Never  mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing. 
Just stick with me and keep me informed especially on this one. I’ll give you as much 
leeway as I can. I got a hunch this case is going to be rough in more ways than 
one. Get me? I’ve been around a while. I didn’t come with this morning’s milk. The 
Captain and I already been discussing this one with the Commissioner. This 
vigilante thing is dangerous and already out of control.”
Bill still didn’t know where this was going but at least so far he hadn’t been 
demoted to walking a beat. His hope and nerve  was picking up. This Griggs guy 
was tough and had a rep for no bull. “Yeah, that’s wha ….”  
“Just shut up and listen, Sgt. Lipton. The Captain doesn’t want any part of that 
vigilante case. He wants a good record for an upcoming political agenda. That’s no 
secret. He doesn’t want anything to do with this case because he’s afraid it won’t 
get solved and his record will be stained with it.
You just stick to what you’re supposed to be doing and keep your ear to the 
ground. From experience I know that vigilante.. if it’s just one,... isn’t going to work 
out his issues in just one precinct. Keep in touch with what’s going on while you’re 
on and off duty. If you got to check something out off the cuff, you are to ask me 
first. Get it? Mums the word to the Captain. If he hears anything about our talk I’ll 
deny every bit of it and you’ll be left holding the bag. Do you get my drift here Sgt.? 
………  …    .. …. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No sir, I just…uh …yes sir I mean ….I get your drift.”
“Good , I enjoyed our conversation…now haven’t you got someplace to go? It’s 
knock off time. I believe your up for mounty duty tomorrow.”
“Yes, I believe I am. Is there anything else Lt Griggs?”
“Yes, close the door on your way out.” Bill took his hat up off his knee, stood up and 
walked the three steps to the door when Lt Griggs said without looking up from his 
paper work on his desk, “Bill…?
“Yes sir?”
“ Glad to have you back“, he said with a more relaxed tone, “Now get outa here.” 
And he went back to his case file.
Bill smiled, went to his office, traded his ball cap in for his Stetson and left the 
building mulling over what the Lt had and had not told him.   

(to be cont on Richard Pickett poetry site)



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Chipped Disc

Your disc has a skip
Shooting haiku from the hip….
Don’t knock off my chip

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The Hat I Wear

The hat I wear fits well Even when I take it off How long I’ve had it, it’s hard to tell At it some may scoff It’s not new, not old, not a knock-off I do wear others Without them, I couldn’t be Like so many mothers I have a hat for my family And one when my time is just for me With different styles and places to go My hats go with me everywhere Cooking, cleaning, dinner, or a show You may care or stop and stare At the hat I place upon my hair My favorite hat is the one I choose That keeps me true to myself It’s the one I most fear to lose More than my health or wealth When not on my head, it’s safe on a shelf

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Dandy Don Johnson

Here's to you, Dandy Don, ol' mate!

   We in Soup jes' think you're great!

Ye who dwell in the land of the dingo,

   'ave learned us to speak native Aussie lingo!

Our kindest regards to yer dog Bungeye Jack.

   'e does a kindness in warmin' yer back!

Don't tipple too much good ol' Foster Brew,

   For like a boomerang, 'twill come back to nettle you!

Keep on crankin' out them ballads fer our delight,'

   And ol' Bob Hopeless'll see what he can write.

It's gittin' late so I'm gonna knock off and hit the hay.

   Take care of yerself and Bungeye Jack and fer now, G'Day!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr