Best Pimp Poems
I got a bad case of the avian flu
It's a bad case and the prescription is you
There's a bird out there that's gotten me
That writes mad rhymes to a Rotten T
A preening promiscuous princess posed as "Penelope Prude."
With her poodle and parasol; well-perfumed, on Pine Street she stood.
A pompous pilfering pimp with a pink-painted poodle passed by.
He paused, popped his eyes, then approached while plotting to pounce and ply
the princess with persimmons and pearls, prepared to profit from her,
but Penelope quipped, “Poppycock! I’m a capitalistic entrepreneur!”
For john freeman's "Alliteration Poems Please Poetry Contest"
on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and necktie
hammered nails in my head instead
powerful radio transmitter nails
don't get too close I'll bend your spoon
gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep
and a round for my ill-bandaged crew
we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia
don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank
with another specious spectacle
not necessarily Beauty's anointed
but a piston riding party girl nonetheless
I let you touch happy place
and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus
which first off requires a family unit
for the inherent predispositions of childbirth
they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks
so me and my echo are here a little late
and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches
this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage
from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia
a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye
an ancient art form somewhat updated
coordinating the cascades of impulses
yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow
this epic deals with a touchy subject
intercession of the gods
grab your hat mister
we're going for a little joy ride
where anything including countries
can be bought sold and stolen
by the mutilators of comparison
hardwired and proud of it the fools
built for Survival the TV show
but times change and
survival meant finding parking
where one can escalate from emaciation
to farting obesity overnight
unrecognized even when brightly illuminated
we know only one thing for certain
that the Universe is knowable
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Pimp A Butterfly
Told Her Inside the Womb
which was the Cacoon
Was Her Wings to Bloom
Instead of seeing the Invisible Wings
she was stuck in a Physical Belief
Of not seeing the Visible Physique
of the Material Feats
Not seeing the Miracle Underneath
The Spiritual Unleashed
The Roots in the Tree with Leaves & Leafs
with the Fruits to Release
Searching for Treasures & Pleasures
of Earthly Peace
That Beautiful isn't just Skin
Deep Of the Soul the Rose The Gold inside that's Free
Freaks of Nature
I showed her the Gold of the Beast
which is Me
But you must Accept Defeat
of being Unique
Some never let their Wings Speak
because of Awkwardness it's Reaps
So make Room to Flee
So don't Elude to Creep
Move like the Trees
Swoon with Relief
To Moon to be Free
Be a Balloon through the Winds Teeth
Eagles Swoops without Fleece
She'll still loose Sleep
Until she finds the Truth Underneath
a mispelled word is like a dent
in a poem
words that don't rhyme ruin
the decorum
mistakes are no different
there like a scratch in the paint
if your serious about writing
don't use the word "aint"
extreemly bad taste can be worse
than a scar
profain and foul language
stain just like tar
dull and depressing
the dust of disdain
what message of wisdom
by reading was gained
don't blimish the finish
polish each word
poetry driven respectfully
may soon one day be heard
PUT THE PEN IN HAND.
SO YOU CAN FINISH THE THOUGHTS...
GOD HAS GIVEN YOU.
A man walks by in a gray polyester suit
He tells another man to call him Juice
The other man in bright orange hunter's clothes, he looks bold and brash
He tells Juice to call him Cold Hard Cash
They sit at the bus bench to discuss a new business they want to start
It all begins tomorrow around the corner at the local trailer park
Cold Hard Cash tells Juice, this is my last 500 bucks, but what the heck
It all started when the Master Pimp met with the Ultimate Red Neck
Cold Hard Cash tells Juice, follow me, I will give you the grand tour
Starting at my trailer on lot number four
As they enter Cold Hard Cash's place, it smells like rotting potatoes
Juice enters and slips on some cherry tomatoes
Cold Hard Cash says here and hands Juice a plate of sauerkraut and dogs
He tells Juice, if you stick around for supper, I will roast us some frogs
Juice asks Cold Hard Cash, after we eat, can I be given the golden key to the
park
Cold Hard Cash, says let's go next door we will begin at Judy Starks
Juice goes with Cold Hard Cash to interview their first employee in their line of
money makers
After the interview, Judy says yes, Juice comments, she's a real shaker
At the next interview, the girl shows them why her picture used to be on Breck
This all transpired when the Pimp Master hooked up with the Ultimate Red Neck
Juice says we need one more so we can rotate them around the clock
We will put them to work outside the laundry mat and liquor store, which are on
the same block
Cold Hard Cash asks what if one calls in sick
Juice answers in a business voice, then one of the others will pull a double shift
Juice points and asks what about this place
Cold Hard Cash says you don't want to see her face to face
Cold Hard Cash says she's the one they used to design Shrek
Good luck with your business, Master Pimp and the Ultimate Red Neck
you keep telling wat you got
but really is what you got true
caused you keep bragging
and say that you smashing
but get over yourself
im not stupid
and im shownuf an`t dumb
so you better coming again
with what you saying
because you out of your mind
you probaly think thats cool
but really its just plain pathic
are you trying to be a player
or are do you think its cute
how will you feel
if the other girl find out
will you be silent or will you deniyit
so what do exspect all of us to think
that is fun am=nd want us to ignore it
and act like nun happened
well you know what
you gonna loose all the girls
that heart you are trying to play with
so you better pray and stop being
you
you is districting
you is hurting others
so you needs to go and
you will be nomore
.
No doubt
God looks after
Even sin city- Vegas
From oldest profession;
Politics’ newest victim;
Brothel King: Dennis Hof
.
When comes to profession
Prostitution is the oldest
Politics or pimping is next
(I disagree with Charles III)
So what is the context ?
In Vegas...
A pimp wins the election
But, it is after his death .
.
What happens in Vegas..
Stays in Vegas...as said
.
The celebrity pimp got seduced
by guess what..Politics
and got consumed
But after winning...
Never a loser - Dennis Hof..
He turned out to be a good cock
.
Guess his guardian angels told him
Hof, Stay here...don’t move
You happened in Vegas. you stay in Vegas
We invested in a pimp. Politics is a bad bet
The Oval Office looks gaudy
And outshines the King of Saudi
Trump’s ugly deco
Gives off an echo
Of a bordello that’s bawdy
I have a stalker that I love, I should be in church but I'm in the club, I think the attention is like a drug to my self confidence, yeah I know that's supposed to be autonomous, whenever I need to feel love or get lost in the moment, I know you are down because you're my biggest proponent, I act like I'm not interested to see how far you let me take it, then you turn on the charm and to myself I say might don't make it, once again I wake up next to my number one fan, it's been seven years & don't ask me because I still don't understand, maybe I don't have a stalker I'm just seeing competitive spirit, or maybe I'm in a relationship but refuse to endear it
Carmel skin beauty
Once a truly loving and kind woman
Until the streets found her and took her under.
Immediately turned this child into a money chasing crack fien.Ask her what her life
dream would be she would tell you "for daddy to make me his queen".
This is the making of a pimps wife
This little girl soon transformed into a "triff" simple minded woman who only
wanted to be daddy's house wife. Being forbidden this choice she then allowed
every men to entice her body, just as long as they called out the right price.
This is a pimps wife
With all the bling ,bling every now and again you will hear her screaming.( This is
how you knew she came in late again.) this time with the redolence of alcohol and
weed. "Daddy" didn't like that too much, so he thrashed her head in . Until she
decided she could not take another breath. The woman was my African queen ,
best friend ,every man's ghetto dream, but in all reality she was me.
Could Estonia help Vlad get paid?
He'll claim they're Russian and invade!
Better than cash bonds
Putin can use their blondes
To entice his mark Trump to get laid
To The Begging Blind
Be squarely kind:
The ones walking our streets lined
But also those doing it singly
And sort of acting kingly!
The Blind also battling with a limp
And The Ones who seem A Pimp,
Never them to a halt grind
Nor to a spot with stories bind;
In their front leading, not behind
Their guide pretend you’d signed
And their alms release like one fined …
With The Begging Blind
Deal with an open mind.
They dressed them in chiffon and gossamer threads and called them "Pimp-kins"