Best Last Laugh Poems
That foolish stranger who had wandered into town
bickering with folks, trying to shove them around
was nothing more than an old worn-out clown.
Beneath Soup Creek Bridge, we saw him drown.
We thought he'd learned a lesson and ran away,
but fate did him in for being such a mean hombre'
Sooner or later the devil always demands his pay.
The foolish stranger couldn't escape his doomsday.
He thought he'd left Soup Creek with a parting gift
that would make some angry, leaving others miffed
but it triggered laughter, which gave the town a lift,
knowing that hombre's ghost has been set adrift.
Foolishly, he tried to dance in the streets of Soup Creek
expecting those he'd injured to turn the other cheek.
With no help from the Beautiful People, once his clique,
the stranger with a mean streak was cowardly and weak
There's a moral to all stories, and this one is no exception
"Treat people like dirt and don't expect a warm reception."
The measure of a man isn't found in lies and deception
That was the stranger's concept, a gross misconception.
No peace to be found in death for one who doesn't behave.
Thanks to Sheriff Koplin, Gambler Milt, and Ranger Dave,
the ladies and the posse who pointed guns at the knave.
Undertaker Tom, time to put that dead stranger in a grave.
They laugh under their sleeves,
as they destroy you,
trumpling you on the ground
like dirt. They laugh visibly
because they think
it doesn't make a difference
if you know their schemes
or not,
for your life is in the balance.
They scorn you
when it starts raining;
the dirt on your clothes
and skin turn to mud.
"The gods have forsaken you!"
they shout.
Little do they know the rains
are fuelling your inner spark,
that has always been with you.
Slowly rise
like a phoenix from the ashes,
as the rains clean your
body and clothes.
The rains turn the ground
to a flood. You levitate.
They drown,
as they look at you with shameful
eyes.
You laugh last.
My girlfriend dumped me, after I stole her wheelchair
She came crawling back
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Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you believe me you’re really daft!
You say you’re poor and you’re not real able
To put food and some bucks on the table
Just right say the rich
Starve and don’t *itch
Or drop by and muck out my stable!
Grad’s from Vassar and Yale all abhor
Those in Appalachia with dirt floors
But they own the coal mines
And their wealth is refined
They won’t mess up their minds keeping score.
You can’t get a real education
In this righteous American nation
Well go read a book
Or go shoot a crook
Rise to your appropriate station!
One day my half brother Eric
From Oklahoma, visited us
He brought with him some fake vomit
Just to see who he could disgust!
When he was close to my grandma
He heaved and dropped it on the floor
We laughed at the look on her face
First a giggle, then up to a roar!
Then we saw her sweeping it up
At the trash can she threw it in
Even though we said, "It's not real!"
She shuffled off, and I saw her grin!
To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.
Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.
or the death of a man who just years before was a school boy.
Oh the futility of war its the real Mccoy.
the lords and lady's watch on high as we die, just the hoi polloi.
Lets say no to the next war lets live in peace for ever more.
the only army I am joining is the peace corps.
I'm finished, I am not going to be the politicians war whore.
The last laugh will be mine as I refuse to fight your wars .
comp entry 11/02
poet Wilfred Owen His family once lived in Nantwich ie 5 miles away and it was
his poems that 1st got me interested in poetry.
I’m not an ego maniac
you know the type that gives others a heart attack
I get my vital nutrition
From a dietitian
Who only asks for my Submission
And he gives me the ambition
To fight back
On track
Promises me that I will never lack.
There’s a battle every time I wake
There’s a battle in every move I make
I am Jehovah's daughter
That’s why I can walk on water
I don’t need a psychic to read my palm
I have the prophecies, of his words, on my arm
I don’t need soothsayers to give me a premonition
I have fire from heaven that is my ammunition
Everywhere I turn their speaking death
It rains down until I have nothing left
Everyone is believing a lie
How can I sit back and watch as time goes by
The devil has sung many too sleep
Wake up, men of God; you’re being slaughtered like sheep
Resist the temptation
And have a deeper appreciation
For the lives placed in your hand
Or they’ll sink like quicksand
Into the abyss of despair
God’s presence isn’t there
This is a warning in these last days
To surrender your rebellious ways
Judgment is coming whether you believe it or not
Children of Niniva repent on the spot
And the God of "Mercy" will change his mind,
He calls out, “ Is there anyone I can find
That will abandon their ways and come into the light
Put on righteousness and fight this good fight?”
Spiritual anorexia
Emaciated the rest of you
Spiritual abortion
Has led many to extortion
Who will bow? Who will plead?
Save this generation which bleeds
Fathers gone estrange
Birthing violence that’s deranged
Suicide… the anti-Christ
Don’t you know Jesus paid the price?
By: Sabina Nicole
I should have looked before I leaped
now I have been left in a lurch
by my lily-livered boyfriend,
but I'll have the last laugh
when he see his laundry
in a lovely shade of pink.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
While national debt is reduced
The economy needs a boost
Rules from money gods
Say these goals are at odds
So tough times will be introduced
Always find a way not to pay
Hold on to what’s due till doomsday
These ways and means slow
Show it’s better to owe
And with others money to play
Buy like the devil wears Prada
Lose in Las Vegas Nevada
Then pay back old debts
Without any regrets
As now the dollar’s worth nada
Love laughs at life,
Scorns the scourging whip of years,
Dulls life’s sawing knife
And watersheds its tears.
Love smiles at death,
Soul withstanding soil,
Heaped upon the flesh whose breath
Expires. Love’s Death’s foil.
a lone star in the sky is what you see
blinded by the lure of the city
window shining the spree of shopping
neons begging to make the scene
buildings trying to reach the mighty
nonsense say the star surrounded with twinkles
as in the dark it shines in a multitude of cosmic laughs
looking at you dragging your laundry to be washed.
The Last Laugh
Gone are the days that Adam and Eve
were living with peace from within,
a garden so fresh and perfect
till that ugly old thing called sin, it moved in.
It came slithering into the garden
in the form of a once beautiful snake,
but after the fall, God cursed it for all
and it now crawls on its belly for our sake.
You think to yourself, why’d she listen
but an upright snake would be quite a sight,
no excuse for it though, and then darkness it fell
turning glorious daylight into night.
Why that ugly ole snake It’s still lurking around
still trying its tricks out on me and on you,
praise God, at least he’s not upright
that is one trick now that he can’t do!
But that bag of old tricks it is still pretty full yet
I know that we have the last laugh,
for on judgment day, he’ll be swimming in fire
while in Heaven we’re sitting on lush green grass!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994 Copyright
I once listened to your words of sweet reasoning
Only to receive a life of silent threatening
I questioned my doubt and found my heart mourning
I blame not you for this life of mine drowning
Cold wrinkled my lips
Breath caroms from school to school,
I have the last laugh
I thought of you the other day
The way you used everyone around you
And how you beat up your life
What was your last thought
Was is heartache or shame
I remember you always telling me
That when you were gone I would be free
Free of your torture and your pain
But it seems everywhere I turn
Something reminds me of you again
I guess I always thought I had the last laugh
But you are gone from here
not having to deal with any shame or guilt
And I am still here with my thoughts of you
I guess the last laugh is on me