Best Mobbing Poems

How many minions, I wonder, are out there?
I read the signs and their narcissistic prayer.
Some feel righteous and hallowed indeed.
Preaching their hapless sanctimonious creed.

Ecstatic euphoria, stripped from backs of others.
Would you act this way in front of your mothers?
Shame on you! People are suffering and...

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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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I am done being your puppet
I am done fulfilling your wishes
I am done living your life
I am done being you
Living to throat clenching social conformities
The unbearable heat of me supposed to know this and that
I am done admiring you
I am done thinking that you are...

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parents sparrow's nest            					                              ...

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Disgrace

Aloof the satisfaction of my indifference, I identified this taboo that seem to chime deeper into the ears of my heart demanding the poet's write undivided attention.

I got cut off from the rest of the world in a Bamenda depicting swag 
Tethering but leaving the...

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Why do you love me, future seed, past flower
When I reminesce on deeds, on future glower

The flower of my youth was but a future forlorn
The seed of my present a tear unborn

Past loved what? - thought my potential amassed
Future possible, because of what's  now...

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Obtain a regenerative yield,
a positive,
rather than negative, feedback loop,
better than a dissonance feedback screech
of mental and physical madness,
political parties become monocultural mobbing holocausts,
bodies become cancerous hoarders,
churches designed by and for
hierarchical inequalities of spiritual-natural responsibility
for plutocratic celibate authorities, presumably hetero, 
males only,
and don't even ask them...

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monstrous sound slashes silence              
the bellow of a giant beast, 
or the flutter of a thousand wings
elevations and indiscriminate creed will not heed
sinister stirs the mix, the rise of wicked’s extravagance
black feathers...

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I was a boy when we met .
Soulless with no practice to test ,
Selfless, that I couldn't share you my chest ,
And I remained so fallen as a chrest .

A numbnut who new nothing of love and loving ,
So is flaws and soft pawns ,
But...

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Premature irrelevance of Donald Trump?

Heartfelt congratulations
to Raphael Warnock,
now slated to become
first Black senator of Georgia
cuz he defeated Senator
Kelly Loeffler quite a shock
as troopers fuel related headlines
Jon Ossoff also declared victory
over Republican Senator David Perdue

arrows drawn whereby
quivering feathers tautly nock
democrats experience
Pyrrhic victory worse fate than
death (courtesy...

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Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more about trust,
For trust is a barren risk,
A naked wire,
With no remorse or warranty
Tell me not about truth,
For truth has become a figment of imagination...
Truth has become propaganda, slander and mobbing 
Tell me not about justice,
Justice have become solstice

Friend,
Tell...

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[Wishing a joyous Christmas to all the poets at Soup, and may all have a very happy, healthy and productive 2020!] 

Christmas has sadly lost much of its significance. Yes, we pay lip service to it as a celebration of the birth of Jesus, but...

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Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
More dangerous than their county cousins
Tearing families apart with contracts
Filling office workers up with impossible tasks
Tearing heads off colleagues during appointments

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
Running city blocks to work in tennis shoes
Keeping shiny Florsheim in their desk drawers
a loaded...

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Plasticine-boy´s life was a continual liq quiver,
it was a sight to see.
There was nothing original in him, except fear,
without impulse nor opinion
even with no defined color
adaptable to anyone
just like the chameleons.

Always modeled by the hands of others,
or...
threatened by the hands of others,
suffering himself the blows,
harassment,...

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Her apathetic attitude toward work
Caused many a boss a bit of irk
Fervent night lifer, listless all day
Many dead end jobs with little pay

At her desk she was listless and dull
Showed less energy than yesterday’s skull
Flash-mobbing and clubbing were her things
After midnight, her energy zings...

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