Best Dead Presidents Poems
A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night
Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of shooting straight.Mumbles, who’s mom was a midnight walker. He was not named for that, butbecause he was hit in the head to much, as a tike and stays drunk, on liquid crack.Then there is Bboss, just because he says so and their ship goes wayback. Riding in circles, on the wavy vinyl streets.They roll up on their port, this side of an intersection, they cannot pass, for the other side its just to deepThey hop out of the grey primered lowrider and begin clubbing, off the hip.Clubing their wares, slingin caps, dumping on anything, that is hauling ass.The stray paint hits, an innocent ankle-biter, across the sea.The truth is black lives matter, unless you are a pirate, with a carbineand are colored blinded, by dead presidents.
4/30/2017
It's a blessing everyday
It could be worse
It could be better
Homies in a shirt I lace my shoes the face on all my haters ??
I must be be doing something right
Don't matter if I'm famous
Recognize Dead Presidents they come n go let's face it
Made the product boost
Took flight
made memoriestf turn faded
Once I dug my self a hole
Some homies started changing
I prayed to have no enemies
Do even have to say it ?
Lately I been working hard
The hustle I stopped chasing
Once u learn to ride a bike
U WANa keep on racing
The finish line ain't going no where
It's games you keep on playing
Ready for them obstacles
They shooting I turn matrix
Found myself all stoned with rocks
Started building my foundation
Pages of my life I saw
I think that's manifesting
Wake and baked then drank a red bull
That's life with no vacation
it's crazy how things happen
Weather beautiful or tragic
Fashion really don't mean ****
wear out your heart and handle ****
MY NAME IS?
I always wake up feeling paranoid but never alone,
How many faces and shapes will I take?
Like a snake which sheds its skin, I change every time from one country to another,
Wearing different faces, different masks,
I feel blessed and fortunate each time I help someone,
I helped improve people’s lives,
Living the dream life,
Feed the poor, provided shelter to the homeless,
They all seem to love me,
I have lived for ages,
I have seen wars; diseases and famine wipe out generations,
I will never really die,
Humans depend on me for survival,
My dark side emerges every time,
I sleep with prostitutes, slay queens &drug dealers,
I Made men & women kill for me,
They Offer sacrifices and demonic worship,
Some even worship me,
They have burned me with witches, but I keep coming back
Rising from the ashes like the phoenix bird,
Just to get a piece of my power,
I have brought down emperors, monarchy and countries,
I have led men to slaughter and began revolutions,
I have been buried with dead presidents, kings and wealthy businessmen,
Some church members preach for me and lead their congregations astray,
Tonight I will dine with evil men whose hearts are dark,
My company will be heroin, cocaine, meth, molly, alcohol and purple haze,
Some will purchase this products overdose, others will murder just to get a piece of the pie,
I lived with cartels, gangsters, mobsters and they all love me,
They hide me on mattresses, carpets, ceilings, hidden cabinets and safes,
Some wrap me up in rubber bands, plastic bags,
Yesterday my company was the desert eagle, ak47, Uzi submachine gun, 33 callable pistols and m16,
These weapons of war will take innocent lives and wage war between different countries,
Will I ever die or go to sleep forever,
I am just tired of living this life,
Tomorrow they will print my brothers and hand me out,
I come in different denominations,
They call me Money, Benjamin’s, ace, bling- bling, dough & cash money.
Emerald shiny baubles
attract wizard eyes ...
Balaam al-Oz
Assyrian acquisitions
be kryptonite-colored vanity
Ownership is an Alexandrian transaction,
a Grecian war rhetoric reaction
Gehazi greedy ...
take all that your Philistine soul see,
as much as your twelve fingers can reach
Sennacherib eyes bald eagle beady,
tilt the full treasure chest pirate empty
Hard diamond negotiator sue for peace,
brook of deceit bubbling sulfuric words acidly
Assyrian babbler
baring the saber sharp tiger teeth
Asking for more and more
shiny baubles ,
more than a Rab-shakeh heart could ever need
Baal belly lust consume:
Pure Pul gluttony, covetous Jareb vomiting
Iscariot greedy ...
betray any and everybody
for the precious metal blood money
Venusian discovery:
Jupiter begat Mars,
typical mythical anti-hero morality
Pharaoh pyramid schemes,
beryl baubles
shining in Caesar’s coffer coffin dreams
Kill the Tyrus body ... then kill the Magog zombie spirit arising:
don't vow pitbull loyalty to a low-born licentious liege
Count the death cost for the Sisera hostile takeover campaign,
calculate the Tartan war price for the protracted siege
Assyrian babbler
don’t wanna pay for the Wall
No more dead presidents
jaded green leaves gon windfall
Assyrian babbler
you’re gonna pay for the Wall
Taxing dead presidents
levee green sacks gon Jericho fall
Assyrian babbler
give the last tour of duty trump call
It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how his daily went,
He was only 15 years old,
Already prepping for content of execution
‘Cause he resented his present sleeping tent
With no loving parents
Just a distant memory and a vague scent,
Through the cold days and nights
He planned every scenario possibly to circumvent,
He was scared for his life but had to be strong
Couldn’t relent under pressure
He hated to see these happy spoiled brats with their gold
‘Cause he too wanted his own treasure,
Like the pirate that he was
He sought out other aggressors
They planned to stand tall at a mall
To see if there would be any holiday gestures
With caps in their hand bracing the cold weather,
The patrons came and went
Putting a dagger through their endeavor,
Not wanting to pester,
Or be anyone’s jester
He understood that he had to one up and
better their adventure,
He was hungry for respect
His appetite was growling to take more of a drastic measure,
Being on the lower end of the spectrum
He’s all too familiar with people
Living arrogantly with an abundance of pleasures,
They couldn’t give a damn about the less fortunate
However,
His purpose now was clear, and it was all coming together
The texture of the lever was smooth and its design was very clever
His initial plan was written in Braille
Where only the blind can transcribe
the contents of his unfinished letter.
THE browning Version
ET> Unstrung heros Premonition
Enemy of the State
Good will hunting
Mystery, Alaska The family man
Galaxy Quest Hook ghost busters
CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
5 easy pieces Last American Hero
WITNESS
High fidelity
PULP FICTION
HEIST
Waterworld The Big Lebowski
GO TO WHITE CASTLE---DEAD PRESIDENTS
the scarlet letter
Nixon
3,000 miles to Graceland
Luke 11:9
Deliver me from evil, for the unknown shadows in my presence. A deep, intense burning inside commences. Fueled by hatred and carrying around a burden, my intentions turn to such a self-loathing deep within. Becoming paranoid, my own worst enemy has come alive. Like a 747 jet, all I knew was getting higher and higher. Arrested, yet the test just began. A venomous temptation seems to be hiding around each corner. You can try and hide all you want, but the death cards start rolling once the dead presidents fan out from your hand. Your body starts to become numb, and the brain is full of smoke. It is a part of the addiction, like greed is to Nixon. You wonder why just say no seems like fiction. A thought pops in, and you wonder if taking all of this cruelty in will eventually turn against your soul.
Maybe it is time to give up, and throw up the white banner. Apologies are no longer accepted in the home grown treachery that started. Does anyone care? This runs through the mind day and night. As the fight continues, survival and health become the real issues. Bought, sold, lost, and thrown away. My religion also was lost in such a malicious manner. The fork in the road appears, and back comes all my worst fears. My hopes and dreams started to come back. I let people in, and started to believe that fate would stand in the way of going back to a drug filled day.
Walk out to get the mail
I get a letter from W. Fargo
They want to put my house in jail
My job doesn't give me much dough
Get up to an alarm
Go to a micromanaged job
Doing three positions at once
All those seconds to hours become a fog
I think of all the CEO's that brought this on
I'm not the only one
Millions know where this comes from
Money, money, money
Guess it's too late, it's done
Really wish that a few decades ago
When outsourcing and efficiency experts dropped in
That the generation would have had the guts
To value family over property
The fact they didn't drives me nuts
It's brought us to a depressing poverty
Dead presidents on paper are pointless
Big business should come with an ointment
I realized a while back
There's nothing more scary
Than someone with nothing to attack
So when everyone only has their families
They'll realize the greed is a ****ery
They can take my house
They can take my car
My dream was never to die with these
My loved ones,
They're what will make my heart go far
2 mary jane my girl,most times she's so green
different color hairs a spectacular scene
so uplifting so natural she means me no harm
she goes through problems with me,we weather the storms
we come 2 conclusions,she make me feel good
she won't judge or blow my buzz my point understood
me and mary don't argue,we just have a good time
she never trips when she with me never steps outta line
she brings me dead presidents,i don't have 2 ask
what a relationship we have!!!!!!
When is enough enough?
What doesn't kill you just makes you tough?
I agree fifty percent
Sometimes I wish for a simple life in a tent
Creative financing brings worlds to shambles
Dead presidents kill the earth and destroys animals
I really want to bring a child into the world
I don't find this one suitable for my little boy or girl
Now humans are defined by a chip or stamp
Watching computers replace humans makes my heart cramp
Confidence of our race is shattered and they're hopeless
They want to be heard, but don't feel important enough to carry their voices.
They don't maintain
They post selfies looking vein
Online diaries of millions visible to millions
Then get mad cause it's available for internet villains
Go to a movie
The scene starts to get groovy
Because this theater doesn't have the commercial reminder
Someones cell phone screen lights up like fire
Cell phones are security blankets
They're our binkies
Our dolls
God forbid your different and don't answer all calls
You can't not answer your phone
It's okay to be patient and busy,
I'll call when I get home.
Working 365 a year
Not worth it unless your interests are sincere
Years go by,
You'll wonder why
Why you never stopped
The money drop never stopped.
It's easy to stay
Easy to keep a routine
Easy to do the same thing day by day
I'm sorry to ruin your little parade
At some point, you'll have to awake
There'll be too much at stake
If you choose to avoid it you'll die
In those last seconds, you'll wonder why
USA (Pt. 2)
United States is full of pressured lesson learned people that live with oppression....
for the Rich's obsession of money....watching us sqwerm from pressured lessons learned....yet we get no where...they don't care....they never will...but still we are strong living with depression from our oppression....yet we give to the rich....who taught us our hard pressured lessons causing us more oppression by the cost of it's lesson....pressed in an office...pressed clothes...money being taken with our eyes closed....judged on how we are dressed....We are oppressed....air pollution causing cancer....more caused anxiety....but we still wake up and go to work in our
oppressed society...sobriety seems not the matter to be...liberty of freedom...
only by the cost of paper colored green....with dead presidents' faces...
American Nazis placed in high places, and un-earned positions...with the poor's visions...the rich slithers....taking the little we have watching us sqwerm from our lesson we learn...we are in a state of oppression....I have learned my lesson...and know it well... I am oppressed....can you tell?
My Country 'tis of thee....Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing.....
By Peter T. DeSpirito
Chicks get pissed at dicks when they're tasting them
call her the wiener cleaner...when she's basting them
don't complain thats insane if she's taking them
waking them up, then she's displacing them
making up her ****ing mind while chasing them
takes to long with no dead presidents
because cash rules everything around her dick...
mouth, sucking in air, sucking on his mouth
all he wants is for her to go down south
but she can't seem to get the taste out of her mouth
the privacy is absurd she can't observe...
nothing besides what is in her face
especially when her drink gets "laced"
good excuse for her getting to *****faced
done with the chase, done getting chased
done with excuses done with her hate
not done with the sucking on the best member of my team
find her again so she can attempt to suck it clean
you know what i mean...
i mean I'm a dreamer
i write what i see and i see with my wiener
haha get on it, clean it up till it's cleaner
i already told her i was a dreamer
or a joker, i can't remember her name
oh man you're insane, dumb, like snakes on a plane
i'll write a poem about it
then watch you complain about it
she's insane about it...what's "it"
if you don't know by now...
i don't give a ****...HAHA
And they walked away laughing--
It made me simmer.
The one with the long legs glared,
"You'll never...," she said-- and hot I became--
(sigh)
It doesn't matter.
The farther away "It" seems the closer I get
If I only had the Dead Presidents...
Dreams
8/12/'13
(Alright, this is for all you Einstein's out there--"What is a 'Dead President'?" Take out a dollar bill, if you got the picture already, then you can think you're pretty smart. If not, look at it. On the bill on one side is our nation's emblem in the form of a monument, statue, etc. On the other side is a... "Dead President".)
The orange man with a blonde wig took over when the circus shut down...He picked the best monkeys and clowns to play you a simple song called..."Great Again...Great Again"
It's showtime!
How will this program end? The puzzle is not complete due to a missing piece...
Where oh where could it be?
In the air or stuck inside his hair?
Stay tuned for the next episode it will play out well
When the dead presidents drag him down to hell