Best Khakis Poems

The White House harbors an orange traitor
Benedict Donald, science-hater
He never met a fact
He didn't try to whack
This prick puts the 'dick' in Dictator!

The obtuse ogre of petty poses
Has imposed on the City of Roses
His troops of lackeys
In unmarked khakis
Masking free speech with tear gas and...

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Crying in the Rain
Lurking behind the curtain of world war ;
You cheer to a Monday Night Raw;
              
Dancing to the melody of anarchy;
You close your senses to impending waterloo,

Completely deaf to the...

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I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines or balanced on the top.
She loves to challenge all the rules to see how they will flop.

My favorite of her...

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Time- a measurement done in the labs at the University--
We two, young, immortal, vibrant felt no time.
Grasping each other tightly as the world spun in space 
We floated into the future
You-me as one- reassuring who we were

You drifted into a world I never could know...

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Strutting down York Avenue,
Appearing in a hurry,
His face is beatific,
Showing not a drop of worry.

With one child in his hand grasp
And another at his chest,
He seems a modern father
But he stands out from the rest.

It isn’t for his man-bun,
Rather for the clothes he wears –...

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Inspired by a tremendously bold & powerful track, “Who we are” by Machinehead

Once upon a misery call
Deception broke bread with diabetic circumstances
Sugar
Coating
Half-assed smiles

Phantoms of a listless fortitude
Haunting today’s unfulfilled promise

As they wear silken layered Khakis
With African cotton dreams
And unclaimed pocket protectors to share their wealth
Amongst...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH II

Sitting lax,
Speakers on ears:

"(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)...

...I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all...

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I would love to visit Africa 


I would love to visit the heart of Africa
there's no doubt it would have my heartbeat
my ancestry, my love, my wide open eyes
dad told me long ago
as i scooted close to his campfire
that his families namesake 
traced to towns,...

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I'm a country boy who needs you
The first time you're washed you bleed blue
You go with all of my T-shirts
If I rip you I will be hurt

As crisp as Mississippi's air
I still will wear you with a tear
You are something I'll never share
Got four or...

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Longing to go to Africa

Babe I know this is spontaneous
and we're just coming off a good food fight
but listen, not to the paradox,
let's go to Africa.
Wouldn't that be a poke in the night,
a dip in the Nile,
a sweet roll in the oven,
a swing in the...

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I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in...

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Sitting lax,
Speakers on ears:

"(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)...

...I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time..."

Then Immediately...

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punk kids sagging pants
no belt needed tonight guys
gonna be a full moon bright
fools showing off jewels
khakis fall past crack of Don
wave of cops demand "PANTS UP"



*this poem was
written for Russell
Sivey's
Contest---	What
Happens During A
Full Moon?
and is a special ode
to all the
youngsters who feel
the need to express
themselves by
wearing...

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I think what I like most about you are..

your jokes,

because it only takes one shared laugh,

to make me feel as if no distance rests,

or time has past, between us,

since we saw each-other last

I think what I like most about you are…

your eyes,

because they smile at...

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i doubt i could be that girl,
smiling on the cover,
with crooked teeth and khakis.
shes never tasted cum,
or smoked a joint before christmas dinner.
because her parents have money,
thats why she lies on a manicured lawn.
thats why she needs to work.
to be a pharmasist.
a teacher.
another drone in...

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