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Famous Busted Poems by Famous Poets

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...t between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and...Read more of this...
by Silverstein, Shel



...r> A.I.D.

The whole operation, Newspapers say
Supported by the CIA

He got so sloppy & peddled so loose
He busted himself & cooked his own goose
Took the reward for an opium load
Seizing his own haul which same he resold

Big time pusher for a decade turned grey
Working for the CIA

Touby Lyfong he worked for the French
A big fat man liked to dine & wench
Prince of the Meos he grew black mud
Till opium flowed through the land like a flood

Communists came and cha...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...s. 

Less lucky her home-voyage: at first indeed
Thro' many a fair sea-circle, day by day,
Scarce-rocking, her full-busted figure-head
Stared o'er the ripple feathering from her bows:
Then follow'd calms, and then winds variable,
Then baffling, a long course of them; and last
Storm, such as drove her under moonless heavens
Till hard upon the cry of `breakers' came
The crash of ruin, and the loss of all
But Enoch and two others. Half the night,
Buoy'd upon floating tac...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...owever he came to know)
How I'd smothered a bomb that fell
 Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
 Though it busted me up a bit.

Well, I didn't quiver an eye,
 And he chattered and there she sat;
And I fancied I heard her sigh --
 But I wouldn't just swear to that.
And maybe she wasn't so bright,
 Though she talked in a merry strain,
And I closed my eyes ever so tight,
 Yet I saw her ever so plain:
Her dear little tilted nose,
 Her delicate, dimpled chin,
...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...lighty, which I left to strafe the 'Un;
I've fought in bloody battles, and I've 'ad a 'eap of fun;
But now me flipper's busted, and I think me dooty's done,
 And I'll kiss me gel in Blighty in the mawnin'.

Oh, there be furrin' lands to see, and some of 'em be fine;
And there be furrin' gels to kiss, and scented furrin' wine;
But there's no land like England, and no other gel like mine:
 Thank Gawd for dear old Blighty in the mawnin'....Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William



...unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightni...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...ocking back and 
 forth waiting to be opened, 
nor the baggage that's lost, nor damaged handles, 
 nameplates vanished, busted wires & broken 
 ropes, whole trunks exploding on the concrete 
 floor, 
nor seabags emptied into the night in the final 
 warehouse. 

 II

Yet Spade reminded me of Angel, unloading a bus, 
dressed in blue overalls black face official Angel's work- 
 man cap, 
pushing with his belly a huge tin horse piled high with 
 black baggage, 
looking up as...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...Along the strand stones, 
busted shells, wood scraps, 
bottle tops, dimpled 
and stainless beer cans. 
Something began here 
a century ago, 
a nameless disaster, 
perhaps a voyage 
to the lost continent 
where I was born. 
Now the cold winds 
of March dimple 
the gray, incoming 
waves. I kneel 
on the wet earth 
looking for a sign, 
maybe an old coin, 
an amulet 
against ...Read more of this...
by Levine, Philip
...re
To give the critics due respect for Pettibone's shef doover.

Gone is the camp,--yes, years ago the Blue Horizon busted,
And every mother's son uv us got up one day 'nd dusted,
While Pettibone perceeded East with wealth in his possession,
And went to Yurrup, as I heerd, to study his perfession;
So, like as not, you'll find him now a-paintin' heads 'nd faces
At Venus, Billy Florence, and the like I-talyun places.
But no sech face he'll paint again as at old Blue Hor...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene
...arted pup! . . .
Why, here he is, darn his skin!
Lickin' ma face once more:
How did the cuss get in?
Musta' busted the door.

God, I'm an ol' black coon,
But You ain't conscious o' race.
I gotta be goin' soon,
I'll be meetin' You face to face.
I'se been sinful, dice an' hooch,
But Lordy, before I die
I'se a-prayin': "Be good to ma pooch" . . .
That's all - little mutt, good-bye....Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...elevator, mind,
It will boost a person splendid
If his talent is the kind.

Col. Bryan had the talent
(For the busted man is him)
And it shot him up right gallant
Till his head began to swim.

Then the rope it broke above him
And he painful came to earth
Where there's nobody to love him
For his detrimented worth.

Though he's living' none would know him,
Or at leastwise not as such.
Moral of this woful poem:
Frequent oil your safety-clutch....Read more of this...
by Bierce, Ambrose
...hern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry.

Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.

The only water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves rheumy-eyed and hung-over like ...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...was invited up to town,
And he went in kilted glory, and he piped before them all,
But wouldn't stop his piping till he busted up the Ball.
Of that Homeric scrap they speak, and how the fight went on,
With sally and with rally till the breaking of the dawn.
And how the Piper towered like a rock amid the fray,
And the battle surged about him, but he never ceased to play.
Aye, by the lonely camp-fires, still they tell the story o'er-
How the Sassenach was vanquished...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...at spotted the sunburnt bushman who 
Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. 

V 

This is the trooper dressed in blue, 
Who busted the game by no means new, 
Played by the wealthy uncles -- two, 
Part of the Push from Waterloo 
That spotted the sunburnt bushman who 
Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. 

VI 

This is the magistrate who knew 
Not only the trooper dressed in blue, 
But also the game by no means new, 
And likewise the wealthy uncles -- two, 
And ditto the Push from Wa...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...snarl and set me jor:
The wife and nippers, wot of 'em, I say,
 If I gets knocked out in this blasted war?
 Gets proper busted by a shell,
 But . . . wot the 'ell, Bill? Wot the 'ell?

Ay, wot the 'ell's the use of all this talk?
 To-day some boys in blue was passin' me,
And some of 'em they 'ad no legs to walk,
 And some of 'em they 'ad no eyes to see.
And -- well, I couldn't look 'em in the face,
 And so I'm goin', goin' to declare
I'm under forty-one and ta...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

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