Best Hustler Poems

The sun is really high and hot;
his three-day shirt is all wet.
He carry academic papers in his file;
every day he walks for more than a mile,
looking for a way to get a decent job,
and save him from political mob.
Sometimes he wonders why he was born;
looking...

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He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head

He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool
He could feel all the eyes on...

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Hustling on point
No time to waste
On the go
On the move
Money on my mind
I care less 
About all else...
The hustler...

Love makes life 
Go round and round
So they say...
To me
Love has no network
It's dead...
Later in prospect
It may resurrect...
The hustler...

In my mind
Money rules
Cos I got to bustle
Run around...

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Every hustler has fallen.
Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching.
Calling me back, i thought i closed that door?
Slipping into darkness heating up my toes.
Rock bottom balling is a choice. 
Do or die. Be heard or make noise?
Bodies traced in chalk then go...

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I don't know why you feel you gotta lie
learn to be real - you ain't got to steal
just cause you say - it really ain't that way
doesn't make it so - well you outta know

you think your one up, it's just another come up
here is...

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For a Part-Time Hustler, every day is sunny
Money comes in and outta my hands
In need of some walking around money
I wrap my cash in rubberbands
Chicks swarm like bees to honey
Got me feeling like a Part-Time member of a boy band
Product flying off the news stand
Kinda...

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Enter the hustler
With monetary  momentary speed 
He's rolling
Not a man of need
He's got it squared away

No specific race these days, all races participate
Man of grace, charisma, his needs
On any other day 
He's got gold so he knows 
The hustle night and day

He's  got...

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Steps his foot out of the door with granny’s anointed words
if blessings were edible, he’d have been fatter than North America
faces the day’s task with immunity to the heat of the sun
dines with the wild to keep the oil running
the quest for a better tomorrow...

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The greatest hustler we will ever know
Is our wishful thinking
For something holy.
The deal on the table never really changes.
It has long grown old 
And curdled.
But we all take it as new.
And
How can I find my balance on the legal apparatus
Of a rat eat rat city
Which...

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Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken 
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching

Feel the heat from the 
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror

A mear image of the error 
we live in the heroin's 
giving to...

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When I discovered marbles can take marbles
I became a hustler
I was a pro
I took marble after marble
Some cried
I rarely gave their marble back
It was a competition
Taken fairly
I feel no guilt...

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yesterday we used to pray
 today you say it ought not be that way
 I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore
 she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store
 I was raised by my grandma Mable
...

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***part one of three***



Another day in the streets
nobody will listen 
to the life of a young hustler
on a milk carton missin'.
Makin' money the easy way
regulated by none
my bills easily paid
from the barrel of my gun
people know my reputation
know the pain I can bring
female's, I love...

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS

Shark
by Michael R. Burch

They are all unknowable,
these rough pale men—
haunting dim pool rooms like shadows,
propped up on bar stools like scarecrows,
nodding and sagging in the fraying light...

I am not of them,
as I glide among them—
eliding the amorphous camaraderie
they are as unlikely to...

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Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch

this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts

Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.

Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar...

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