Best Mob Poems

Oh, You Brutish Mob. 
Ye fool's Ye.
It falls on your watch,
You care not what You see.
While all is being squandered,
you simply will not agree.
Yet you wave a finger,
then claim it's not me.
You Grandstand and Glad hand,
Ad nauseum of these.
And all you care about,
are those clowns...

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I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care...

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The years of prohibition
The mobsters had no contrition
They were a gang of thugs
Lacking morality to judge

If a poetess rose
Simply stating humility thus opposed
The Mob well, would not take to her goals
In the ground thus the flower was to decompose

She stood her position, so sound
A parliament...

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I was not in a wrong place 
Neither was it a wrong time when I met my fate
I was unarmed with my sweat’s worth
Another day’s dime in my pocket

I was confronted by a flood tide of an angry crowd
Their faces were unrecognizable, the voices too...

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I once was
A wasn't

But

Doesn't 
A dozen
Wasn'ts

Add up to
Something...

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Why is ‘Almost Good Enough’
  never what you need?

Why is ‘Clearly Not Enough’
  an ounce more than you deserve?

Why is ‘Almost What You Need’
  the most you’ll ever have?

Why is ‘It’s Not Only That’
  the only thing that’s left?

Why is ‘In...

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The crowd investigated a thought of a crime, 
The web was the tool of their choice,
The arrest by the crowd, the charge by the crowd, 
To the crowd he now had no voice,

No confession of guilt, no evidence needed, 
When the crowd put him directly...

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When is ‘Almost Good Enough’
  never good enough?

When is ‘Clearly Not Enough’
  an ounce more than enough?

When is ‘Almost What You Need’
  the most you’ll ever have?

When is ‘It’s Not Only That’
  the only thing that’s left?

When is ‘In Almost Every...

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Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus 
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered

Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to...

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we learned how to lift
spirits from sin and from shift
overcame all rifts

we started to sob
when overtaken by mob
who will kill...

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Mob frenzy - 'rationality lay dead'!

Amidst all frenzy - rationality lay dead!
does excited mind ever bring any good ?
Of what use is knowledge, if it falls prey;
leaving reason behind and enters the fray!

Game of numbers, not a way to succeed;
melee prevail, process of thinking recede!
Headless and...

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No War No Protest!

Colors of red, green, black, and white 
spread on the east side of one campus
On the other a wave of white, and blue stars
A flock has gathered
The atmosphere seems peaceful 
Tents resembling tepees, 
Like ancient wigwams everywhere, 
closely watched by the camera’s...

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Some recalled Kristallnacht,
the white mob’s facial fever,
once the same fever of a night,
now the fever of a day-mare.

Some recalled Charlottesville,
the white mob’s lust for blood,
once the same blood craved,
now the blood of a purgatory.

Some recalled Greenwood,
the white mob’s rampage,
once the Tulsa rage inflamed,
now the ire...

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“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and call her your mother.”

A wilting flower and grass that’s mowed
Are...

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Crumpling Paper
	By J.R.Wren

Caw, Caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will always be true
The crows don’t know a suit, a camera, nor a comma splice
War Machine MSNBC has messy hair and forgot to tie their shoe
Tariff money, the farmer’s due, and the Tycoon’s not...

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