Best Low Class Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
December seventeenth,...

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Renegades Foreva!

Renegade teenage rage babes 
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’ 
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’  
mis-mashin', diss-bashin' 
word-clashin' song 
heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy, 
yap-rap, smack-attack vid 
made by some brotha who’s just...

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It was a train
that took my mother west
away from her family farm
to seek adventure. She found work in San Diego,
joined the Navy and met my dad.
It was the 1950’s.
Planes were not yet a big deal
and many traveled long distances
by train.

It was a train 
that carried...

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Alas, the world has changed
As the humans take control. 
They, for their own likes and dislikes, 
Have defined you, just as they please.
And now, you witness the creation of great walls…
Separating mankind. 
By the comparison… of colour, of language, of the way of life.
The beautiful,...

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Our nation is very old
   the land of cocoa and gold
Here is found peace
   that never will cease

Great nation at birth foretold
    by the oracle of old
Half a century passed
    she's still at low class
Africa's...

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Discrimination is rampant elsewhere,
LGBT, PWD and Low Class person got there,
Is anybody can solve this?
Or nothing can break this.

Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders,
Everyone says they are curse,
In the society they are rot,
People sees abnormality on them,
They are criticize on physical.
How come they judge them?
They beautify our...

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I hate hoodrats,
To me they are no match.
I hate them with the passion.
I always prayed in the hood,
As a child, that when I got
Grown I would go buck wild
Beating anyone their backend mass,
Because they are low class,
They make sure that the strong,
Black family existence is...

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There was an elf whose name was Nick
He had a nack it was a trick
He steal his way into your heart
Then leave at night when it got dark

He did this once unto a lass
Who put a spell on Nicks low class
Now when he tried this...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents, 
Nature's setting for Star Island's fresh blue berry thickets, 
Brisk,...

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High class self respecting ladies have nothing to worry about me.I prefer low class  ladies because they are more high class(and oftentimes more interesting and honest)....

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REPETITION Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5

REPETITION 

Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -
OF 
A well educated, upper class, 
POLISH PRINCESS, 
A real Beauty, 
and that of
an uneducated, low class, 
unintelligent, Canadian derelict.
 
A...

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REPETITION 

Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -OF 
A well educated, upper class, 
POLISH PRINCESS, 
A real Beauty, 
and that of
an uneducated, low class, 
unintelligent,Canadian derelict.
 
A Frog!

Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is...

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No Boxed Gifts

By Elton Camp

Anytime some wedding is in the offing,
Up with a gift you better be coughing
To say a gift’s expected is terribly crass
It shows the person inviting is low class

But apparently there is just no end to gall
For brides trying to get the...

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I inhale temptation;

shrugging shoulders of

mortality.

Suck teeth stained

with indifference;

While copyrighting

my daydreams. 

I’m an American Badass,

low class, white trash,

with expensive delusions.

I get impatient with repetition,

So I shovel spiritual vagrancy into the 

mouths of my peers

with metaphoric spilled beers

and ashy mouthed proclamations

of a wandering disposition. 

I sing songs...

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From a tribe called quest;
where we will never give up.
From a nation called hope ;
where we will never stop struggling.
From a region called Ifriqiya;
where the sun never stops shinning.
Part of a race called black;
where they striped our identity.
From a time in history;
where my race is...

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