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
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and boozy breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a bum
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Categories:
nastier, animal, corruption, dark, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
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; we could really use her
Is he nastier than her, or she worse than him?
Instead of the White House, get their butts to the gym
The true biggest loser, of course, is plain to see
The ordinary Americans like you and me...
8/2/16
Categories:
nastier, america, humor, political,
Form:
Couplet
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 are on their torture list,
It’s just a question of time,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Their punishments are bitterer than lime.
What you see on the brochure,
Are the good things that are small,
But the torture that is at large,
Is under cover at the assembly hall.
So make your decision,
Wise I say,
Of your hates and likings,
And enjoy your of happy days.
Categories:
nastier, school,
Form:
Rhyme
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 now you present it
I want to call you out till the life returns in those heartless eyes
Till you taste the red blood of thousands you have shed—
Till real tears free you from the glare of your green
We shall mix and match and make new, oh I promise you—
We will make bright yellows together and call it justice
I’ll turn your vanity into desperate prayers
Try your glares—I’ve got nastier snares
What is it in those canny, green eyes
That makes you hate the very air that gives you life?
You inhale kind souls with that glare of ingratitude
Spitting them out with disgusting, aftertaste claims
Oh, you know so well not to take in mine anymore
That bitter Wormwood that’s got your taste, bud—
Well it’s got nothing on me
Categories:
nastier, anger, conflict, for him,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
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, it deafens me
Panic has broken and overtakes me
Faster and faster my pulse is raised
Harder and harder the pounding, the beat.
Tighter and tighter I clutch my head
Greater and greater, the feeling of dread.
……I’m lost.
“Why? Why?” I asked the mirthless grass
“Speak, speak!” I bark at mirrored glass
Angrier and angrier, my voice phonate
Wilder and wilder, my eyes gyrate
Darker and darker my thoughts evoke
Uglier and uglier my moods provoke
…..I weep.
'Non Compos Mentis' is my best state of mind
'Caveat Emptor'!! …as I cannot be kind
Nastier and nastier I’m down in the dumps?
Lower and lower I’m in the doldrums?
Crazier and crazier, I spit at my shadow
Weaker and weaker, …my life is so shallow!
….I pray!
“Come, come”, to only You I turn.
“Come, come”, my life is so forlorn.
Dearer and dearer my love for God
Stronger and stronger, my body, my soul
Forever and ever my faith shall hold
Redeemer, redeeming, The Lord God of old.
….I’m saved.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Categories:
nastier, blessing, christian, faith, visionary,
Form:
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 if I care!
Tell me this, was it good for you?
I don’t know who is nastier you or that ho.
Our relationship is over now.
I won’t cry and won’t shed tears over you.
I can’t trust you and so I don’t want you.
See you in divorce court.
Categories:
nastier, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
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 lunch
on the window that I have just cleaned.
Mystic Meg has predicted my day will be lovely,
she saw it in her crystal ball,
well maybe it's time that I paid her a visit
and threw the damn thing at the wall.
Categories:
nastier, humor, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
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 customers names,
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know
McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think
not knowing where your meat comes from
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that!
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?
Categories:
nastier, family, food, growing up,
Form:
>>1111>>T
I
B
What's happened? You've been taken by my habit? A
Seen as fake, or are you awake? H
What's that? I just said it! I called it my HABIT! y
Check mate, start moving for your own sake, m
Next remove and prove ya can change your own fate, G
And stop making the same stupid lame mistakes, N
My words came and remain as icing on the cake, I
You may be late, evaluate your state and create, B
Routines....! Ya gotta be a fiend, ya know what I mean. M
I
Is this all a dream? As I stream meanings it doesn't seem, L
Are these my thoughts and views, point of views? C
Or views I see and believe as news? t
For the masses as life flashes by, r
Goodbye when someone dies? a
Should you even put that down in pen? Because, t
Consciousness never dies, don't rely, S>>
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So as I'm rhyming, get started and START CLIMBING>>>>>>>>>>>>>
After that mindset like a martyr,
Invest in what's being sent with a bit of laughter,
But beware, my writings are from the future for you to grasp,
Nastier and out last the distant past,
Shooting fast and subliminally going within ya,
In combinations of words, probably unheard,
Yes sir, asserting spurts, metaphorically going global!
>>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 25.11.2015
Categories:
nastier, allegory, community, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Epic
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, you say
in no time at all.
Think you're so black
when you try to rap
but you're so...not.
Told my friends I'm easy.
Told them I'm so easy.
You walk around here like you own it.
Talk to me like you have a right to.
Told them I'd fall for you
and placed your bet.
Can I get in on that?
Step into the ring...
Jerk boy.
What a jerk boy.
Easy?
Easy to date.
Easy to dump.
Listen up:
You got a nasty face,
even nastier body.
I...
laugh when you ask for my number
I...
laugh when you tell me why you want it.
Jerk boy. Ugly jerk boy.
Categories:
nastier, slam, me, time, boy,
Form:
Ballade
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 caring is becoming obsolete
The tears and blood is becoming obvious
And the People are becoming obstructive.
The sick are leared to be guinea pigs
The young are loosing their parents
The elderly are left to others
And the People are for their selves.
The Greed has spread wide
The Envy has sliced open
The Jealousy has swallowed deep
And the People has SURRENDERED HEART!
Categories:
nastier, art, betrayal, emotions, pain,
Form:
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 drunk hobos, recklessly crossing the street!
I ran over some of them, they fought back and muddied me,
made me swerve and splash into murky puddles I couldn't see.
I stopped to catch my breath on the black deserted highway
by my bike, the only one that stood by me, I should say;
but nastier than potholes, the asphalt was a different case,
it leaped and stood bolt upright and slammed hard against my face;
In a split-second eternity, I swam the eerie border
of the real and the unreal, this beery night to remember !
Categories:
nastier, funny, imagination, people, places,
Form:
Couplet
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 I don’t console my soul its metal to your physical,
I met the one we love above the 3rd that nurtured visuals,
Met her made her drizzle cus I meddled with her physical,
Meta grossing hella medals mentals poke centennial ,
Au revoir or Art of War I’m peace and me conditional.
Meet a maniac or two,
Meet an ani-maniac who kama sutras every tune,
With a flow that was dope like heroine residuals,
With a flow that was known like Moses in peripherals,
Who behold to the pope was heavenly habitual,
To the throne of plutonium-
colder than the absolute,
Nastier than karma su-
Faster than that thot you knew was coming for sabbaticals,
Passing conscious passive Pontius pilate was indebted to a flow so dope it’s known to choke the smoke inhaled in heaven tune.
In all of Hell and Heaven too.
I poured a potent bowl of 69 or higher residue.
Categories:
nastier, black african american, black
Form:
Rhyme
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 stood bolt upright
and slammed hard against my face !!
Categories:
nastier, funny
Form:
Rhyme
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 never corrected,
Where are my mentors, I ask,
Hiding, misguiding or backsliding?
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?
I once was a pilgrim to haven,
Now sure I am a victim of ravens,
Torn and bleeding, nowhere to hide,
Exposed to unfamiliar dangers,
Imposed new and bad cultures,
Inhaling of dirty, uncouth mist.
I once used to shine as a skyline,
I would dine with the prominent,
To get advices and spices of life,
Now at the bottom line for sure,
And in a topsy-turvy state, oh no!
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?
I have decided, to go on my way,
I sure will attain the unattainable,
Make lifeless regardless of kindness,
And holding a gun and not for fun,
One two three,Boom!Boom!Boom!
Do or die! Not a movie but reality.
Will run to Fathers,Nuns and Pastors,
Not for repentance but vengeance,
Go to the neighbours and daughters,
Snatch their precious from them,
Oh boy!I have much condemnation,
With less and less determination.
I am loosing my way surely, boy!
The route is getting nasty and nastier,
My roots are getting weak and weaker,
My fruits will now get bitter and bitter,
Am labouring and toiling in vain really,
Digging, harvesting nothing in seasons.
Dear listeners, I have a question,
And a suggestion for your digestion,
Do you want me really to achieve,
Make strong my root,my fruit will enjoy,
My future don’t destroy, make it!
And I manage the unfamiliar route.
Categories:
nastier, betrayal, boy, childhood,
Form:
Verse