Best Get Off Poems
It was a week before my eighteenth birthday;
I was a drug dealer. Hooked also, but with no cares.
From a small town where no one had any money,
I figured I would get off like the rich kids whose daddies bought their freedom.
But my daddy was a convict, and he had no money.
He only had a son, me.
The judge decided to make an example of me.
Because there would be no fuss.
Because I was a poor boy from a poor family,
and my family was deemed “bad”.
I was “bad” by association, and of course, my mother was the town whore. Which did not help.
So they put me in for twenty-five years, and I was not even eighteen.
Don’t worry, a public defender who did not know me lied.
You might have to serve eight.
I got into fights because I did not want to do what others did.
I wanted to keep myself for myself.
Or for a nice girl.
I was a horrible inmate.
The guards were always dragging me to the prison doctor.
I got sent away before I was eighteen.
I came out a week before my forty-third birthday.
My youth spent in prison, with others who made a mistake,
most of them poor, many black.
I was one of the few whites in there,
because they do not usually make examples of us.
But I was a poor kid from a poor family,
and they wanted to make an example of me.
Lesson learned. Try to be rich in America.
And do not make any mistakes if you are black or poor.
been tired of messing up
waking up like wtf
this better not be my funeral
different face murials
curtains on a ghost i cannot see u
timeless I'm high
police sirens kill my high
expression don't lie
SHOT A SELFIE suicide
saw my life flash before eyes
15 to life homie keep ur head up
more to life than giving a damn
got something coming up soon
hot as a mother later this june
im not the realest that is the truth
am not selling STORIES always a few talking a good one
sitting like ducks wanna get lose jump on coupe if u wanna go fast
i grew up too soon now I'm trying to kick back
don't have to front when i throw out trash
gotta delete all my cellular cache
mind your business don't even ask
if u scroll to left u might see my x
do it again and u might be my next
not THE TYPE TO SAY SORRY I CARRY MYSELF LIKE A DONT WORRY
HELD IT DOWN SLEEP PARALYSIS WOKE UP HARD THATS MY SUCcUBUS
I DO THIS SO PASSIONATE
TRACTION ON TRACKS IM GASING IT
I COULD TELL U LIKE DRAMA
HASHTAG CALL IT WHAT U WANNA
SOAP OPERA IM SO PROPER LET ME EXPLAIN IM so AWESOME
CROSS MY LACES I TIE A KNOT IM TRIP ON THE STASH ON MY SOCK
r U A COP?
STOP ASKING QUESTION
not TRYING TO ATTRACT ATTENTION
ONLY BENJamIns
IT IS WHAT IT IS IF THATS UR ATTITUDE
NO CIRCUMSTANCES ONLY OBSTACLES
POSSIBLE WHEN GOD WITH YOU
I WONT GO DIABOLICAL
money I've lost it
girls I've lost it
friends I've lost
mind i lost it
ride I've lost it
my cool I've lost
time I've lost it
count your losses get up off me
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You act so proper and proud
Thinking you're better than the rest of us
But up here no snobs are allowed
So there's just one thing left to say
Hey you, get of my cloud!
Your words are a sham
Your comments are rude
You have the manners of a pig
And you look like one too
So there's just one thing left to say
Hey you, get off my cloud!
"Am I Crazy?" If you can ask yourself that you're not, right?
Crazy things have been happening to me lately day and night.
Inanimate objects, non living things,
have been having with me "conversations."
Take my Buddha tea lite candle holder for instance.
We recently had one of those "conversations."
Looking out my window I came to see,
a woman whose shopping cart fell apart completely.
Scattered on the ground were all of her groceries,
it was then that Buddha began saying repeatedly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," over and over again to me,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," he just kept going on relentlessly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," It was driving me crazy,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," and so I surrendered completely,
Buddha said his last "get off your ass".
granting me a moment of silence and peace.
I went down and helped her gather all of her groceries,
and gave her my shopping cart to keep.
"Hey, you're the guy who takes care of the feral cats aren't you?
I've been wanting to give you something,
but didn't know how to reach you."
She reached inside her purse and gave me a check,
$1,000.00 payable to Cash.
"I think it's a great thing," she said, "what you do,
and I wanted to give a little something that could help you."
She thanked me again and shook my hand,
"It was a pleasure meeting you,"
she said, "you're a very good man."
"Wow," I said aloud in my apartment, "$1,000.00 payable to Cash,"
that's when Buddha said to me somewhat crass,
"Aren't you now glad I got you up off your ass?"
Get off the phone!
I'm not on the phone!
Get off the phone!!
I'm not on the phone!
GET OFF THE PHONE!!!
Right now I'm in my room. I'm grounded.
Its going to be a week of doom.
I'm going to get pounded.
Right now I'm so mad I could spit!
I mean I wasn't ON the phone.
I was talking in it.
Form:
I hate when people steal my food
Every time it happens I get in a bad mood
I once left my food with a friend
When I came back, it was gone, and our friendship was at an end
Don't ever let me see you touch my ice cream
If you do you'll be seeing a bloodstream
I once killed a man for eating my chips
I walked in when he was putting the last one on his lips
All my snacks are going with me when I die
I dare you to take them from me, just try
So you better get off my food and stay away
I don't care what you do or what you say
This chicken breast is mine
also the sandwich and this disgusting wine
I don't even care if it sucks
I'll even drink a plain coffee from starbucks
So better think twice
If you don't steal from me I'm pretty nice
Get off this estate,
What for?
Because it's mine!
Where did you get it?
From my father.
Where did he get it?
From his father.
And where did he get it?
He fought for it.
Well,I will fight you for it!
Hey you get off my cloud
the establishment of the human race
is a wonderful concept.
It is its people i cannot stand.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
One day …
I offered you a compromise,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
I offered you a get-out clause,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
You will have to stop and listen
And that is when of course,
Reality will force you to
Get off your high, high horse.
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
Lately the devil has me in his despicable sights,
Things go well, then he sends an unpleasant plight.
So I’m doubling my prayers to throw him off track,
And let God be the one to get him off my back.
GET OFF THE SHEETS
Dancing in the wild
Tossing in the deserts
Freaking in the woods
Cheering with the birds
A thunder in the midst
Shaking I open my eyes
It’s been a long night
I have to get off the sheets
Warm bath greets the day
Sweet breakfast down the throat
Another busy routine day awaits
Drop off kids and off to work
Piles of files on my in-tray
Smart workmates grin by
Returning mails and calls as usual
I have to get off the sheets
The world was not created in a day
Walls of China also took time
Everyday a new baby is born
And the morgues receive daily
With what difference will I leave
Big shame to take talent under
With pen and paper I rise on stage
For I have to get off the sheets
Her courage, determination won the prize
She too carried on the routine job
But her love to talent was too strong
With bold words and spread arms
She said it all from her heart
And somehow the world listened to her
I too have to get off the sheets
Not the kobo, shilling or the penny
Your belief matters more than that
Biographies been done of former heroes
My name too will be added in the books
My generation will be known of my words
That I rose with pen and paper in the era
That’s why I have to get off the sheets.
Washing and drying
Folding and clothing
Scooping and dumping
Hustling and bustling.
I follow my routine
Each tuesday, thursday and friday
Getting all the chores done
On rare occassion one is saved for tomorrow.
Yet, your never satisfied
You try to throw off my pattern
Adding new things that don't swing
While you make empty threats
That I ain't buying.
You may bark all you want,
But you don't got the bite
Even when you put on a mean face
Trying to make everyone bow before you
Just because you think your the boss.
Then you tell me "Wait until you land a job"
"Just see how hard that'll be"
That's only your opinion
Because your work is full of idiots.
So don't push your beliefs on me
You may be experienced
Yet when it comes to jobs
You don't understand
That all jobs differ.
I'm doing my best
Just like the rest
To find work out there
That's right for me.
As long as I'm happy
Relating to my field
Suiting to my skills
An environment that's just right
Then I've found the ideal job.
I love to relax and have fun,
Pausing the fun button
To get the job done
Then get back to bliss.
I know the time
Check off the chores
On the list in my mind
I get it all done.
Helping you out
Groceries and tasks
I get them done
Multitasking everything
To balance work and pleasure.
You see negatives in life
While I see positives
Think I don't use my head
I use it more than you know.
You see the grass as gray
I see the grass as greener
You see the glass as half empty
I see the glass as half full.
I Rapunzel, You Gothel
Your wrong about me,
Your wrong about people,
Your wrong about jobs.
Learn to loosen up,
Accept the things in life,
Be more appreciative of the people
That surround you that care.
Smash your negativity
With the hammer of positivity
Because I won't put up with it
So just get off my back.
Hey You, get off of My Cloud.
(Sing along to the Rolling Stones, synaesthesia means songs on the brain!)
Grumpy old God woke up with a frown,
Angels heard His voice so loud,
"Do you angels hear this sound?
Hey, you, get off of my cloud!
Angels, stop acting the clown,
Clean up these feathers I found!
Hey you, get off of my cloud!
I don't want you around,
Go to Earth, that's where you're bound!
Hey you, get off of my cloud,
HEY YOU, GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!!"
Yes, God woke up grumpy and loud!
Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.
She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.
She left long ago on a streetcar to get away.
It's your fault she's gone. You and your drama.
You killed her desire. That's what she said.
The conflicts you created left her in trauma.
You were the spider who sat down beside her,
the tiny creature that was much too hairy.
You brazenly acted as if you were a king,
but there's nothing about you that's scary.
After all this time, still blubbering for Stella?
You're a weeping wimp and it's pathetic
how you demean yourself time after time.
No one cares because you're not empathetic.
She waved farewell and made your life hell.
So, get off your knobby knees, Marlon.
Alice doesn't live here anymore. She left
and no longer wants to call you, 'Darlin.'