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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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