Best Nastier Poems

China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!

Here comes the Nasty Panda
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There goes the Donald again, flapping his mouth
Every time he lets it fly, his ratings go South

And she who would be chief Constitutional vandal
The media just glossed over her latest scandal

Truly it’s a contest to see who’s the biggest loser
So put Jillian Michaels in charge;...

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School is Cool?

School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.

School is definitely not cool,
It is nastier than the flu,
Your statement is incorrect,
For they massacre you without a clue.

Exams, tests and no games...

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Those hateful green eyes. . .
I’ve seen more color in blacks and grays than in your bottomless hell
You call yourself a true friend?
With you, I’ve never been more ignored! 
I had once begged for your attention,
But now I dread it
You’ve found the bad in me
And...

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An Angry Funny Poem

I don’t just see what I want to see anymore.
I hope you catch something for cheating on me.
She isn’t even worth fighting with you over.
I wouldn’t fight over you anyway.
You are obnoxious and in a way I just want you gone.
Die see...

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SALVATION ACCORDING TO FAITH


“Help, help!”, I shout out loud, in fear.
‘HELP, HELP!’, echoes of my voice I hear.
Over and over, impinge in my mind
Closer and closer, it gets so near.
Louder and louder my cries, my plea
Further and further they go from me…
……they’re gone.


Silence now reigns,...

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My fridge freezer's just had a wee on the floor
(the third time this month it's done that)
the toaster is showing it's nastier side
with a mortar attack on the cat.
Odd socks disappear through a wormhole in space
that's inside my washing machine,
a pigeon has kindly downloaded his...

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I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant 
this is not what I dreamed of but 
I got to be supporting my family, 
to make them proud

Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling...

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You think you're so cool
you think you're so hot.
You told them I'm easy.
Told them I'm so easy.

You said you don't like me
but you like my type.
You got a thing for the way I look.
I'm so flattered...right.

Gonna date me
just to drop me
in no time at all,...

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The days are growing nastier
The months are growing weerier
The years are growing shorter
And the People are growing further.

The seasons and weather are clashing
The water and land are combining
The sun and moon are collaborating
And the People are corrupting.

The hate and love is becoming one
The respect and...

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After one too many beers, in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town in my motorbike, feeling light;

     I zoomed into a dark side street and who or what did I meet
     but potholes, like...

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Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future.



A Monster seeding pre-grammatical,
Oscillating pivotals,
Octaves hit the matter I’ve created known perennial,
Posture spun the spineI I spat I knew would foster generals ,
Combusted thoughts/thots I waivered now the situations genitals,
I’m staying metaphysical,
cus if...

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After one too many beers
in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town on my
motorbike, feeling light.


I zoomed into dim sidestreets
and who or what did I meet?
Deep potholes, like drunk hobos,
recklessly crossing the street!


But nastier than potholes,
the pavement was a different case.
It leaped and...

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Life is a route they say,
And I choose the rooted route,
For the root will hold the fruit,
And the shoot will ever be strong,
But somehow there is a question,
Where am  heading to really?
I need to be directed and led,
For I am injected with neglect,
Dejected and...

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