Best Raff Poems
I’ve been a resident at ole Soup Creek for a while now,
For the most part, it’s a great town with folk from all over.
But through years, I've seen riff raft come here too,
I never cared too much about them; just ask Rover.
The fine citizens of this town will band together to drive,
out anyone who doesn't have our best interest at heart.
Each person plays a part in keeping the peace and harmony,
I knew that about this place right from the very start.
So if you aim to stir seeds of discord, lies, and the like,
Please, Mr, Mam, Sir, or whatever name you go by.
Can you please do me a favor and take a hike,
Soup Creek doesn’t need rift raft like you goodbye.
In case you wondered about Rover, he’s my best friend,
A German Shephard who’ll be with me until the end.
05/25/2022
Alexis Y.
Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?
A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?
Try
Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament)
Or their Ogallala
Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words
Or St. Vincent’s Smoking Section
All these songs make me turn my head
And cry
When I’m around others
Otherwise if I’m all alone
I stare ahead in stoned silence
No Expectations is another
Mick and Keith say that day in the studio
Was the last time
They ever saw blurry-eyed original Brian Jones
Alive
Bent over his guitar with his steel finger slide
Finding and gliding his long long regrets
Up and down his bent strings
As the boy watched his peace of mind packed up
For the last time
Adding his own final warped words
From a piece of steel to carved hollow wood
His swan song for the Stones
That Keith and Mick thought they wrote
Made his own
Immortal
And beautiful.
Curses! You woke my Simon Bar Sinister!
Cuz, you fondled Miss Sweet Polly's Purebred!
I'm not gonna tolerate this Riff Raff no more!
Now, you'll deal with the Mighty Underdog's lead!
So, no Shoeshine Boy today little boy!
Go on and call your Cad Lackey, he's cranky!
You're just one more of those Little Rascals!
You're all gonna get a spanking from Spanky!
Fender-bender over there,
the traffic is awful,
ain’t not space left in the lot,
that’s such a load of bull,
and the punch-in barely works,
that’s almost criminal,
this is how we all start the day….
The whole server’s on the fritz,
I.T. just says reset,
I’ve turned if off three times,
but it hasn’t worked yet,
and the boss is running late
yet it’s a safe bet,
that she’ll only get in the way….
Slogging through the riff-raff,
slogging through the riff-raff,
every day the same crap,
slogging,
slogging.
Oh I sent in my report,
but boss don’t like the font,
H.R. say the checks are late,
my wallet’s looking gaunt,
they say audit’s coming down,
the boss took a quick jaunt,
the tell me crime doesn’t pay…
Someone brought in fish for lunch,
now it smells like a pier,
and it’s barely twelve o’clock,
but I could use a beer,
the feminist intern
think everything’s a leer,
they say her lawyer loves to play...
Slogging through the riff-raff,
slogging through the riff-raff,
so tied of this crap,
slogging,
slogging.
And the printer barely works,
no toner in the back,
they keep promising new chairs
because with pain I wracked,
come back a minute late
they nearly blow their stack,
and somebody just dropped a call…
Speak to you like your kids,
never a bit of trust,
demand all your loyalty
then can you on a bust,
if I had no children
I’d leave them in the dust,
’cause I don’t need this at all…
Slogging through the riff-raff,
slogging through the riff-raff,
need a weekend so bad,
slogging,
slogging.
A squirrel booked a spa day, fed up with all the treetop riff-raff;
he stretched out in our garden mud, declaring it a “mineral luxury bath.”