Best Repo Poems
Quietly and late at night, they move down dim lit street
looking for that wayward car, the payments incomplete
The borrower five months behind, tries to keep it hid
won't give it up without a fight, their life in downward skid
Offensive in their nature, they'll try and stop the tow
violence, damage, verbal threats, they will not let it go
They find it backed up in the drive, a mongrel is on guard
before the dog suspects a thing, a bone's thrown in the yard
Can't resist, he chases it, they quickly grab their tow
they're gone before the debtor wakes, he doesn't even know
The car secured inside their lot, picked up without a fight
the toe truck freshly fueled again, heads back into the night.....
A very wise man once said:
There’s nothing new under the sun
If it happened before,
it’s gonna happen again
If a J.I. sold out their best buddy,
they’re gonna sell out your best friend
That’s just how it is,
and that’s how it’s always been
It's the un-Just way people do Iscariot biz,
shop closed is always a tragic end
Every diverse token
that once culturally fit in,
when the times change,
they get tossed to the wind
And every corporate top
in need of a new profit spin,
picks up that discarded token
and slogan use it again
If a Balaam bum sold out their old buddy,
they’re gonna sell out your new friend
That’s just how the world is,
and that’s how it’s always been
Every flattering word spoken so buttery
at a private power luncheon setting,
can turn into a public bed-wetting
when the bladder mouth soils the sheets
Another Marx Peabody silken tongue rank thinning,
tough pillow talk changing of the propaganda Lenin
If you’ve heard that ol’ manifesto song before ...
put on your patriotic shoes,
because you’re gonna be marching once more
If a Jezebel busybody sold out her gossiping pal gals,
they are gonna sell out your grapevine group as well
That’s just way the story goes,
the same way as it began
A repo tale retold,
always have the same end
Creditors on a plastic card hustle boost,
says that mortgage bill is unpaid
Ghetto dwellers perched on a low roost,
J. Crow ‘bout getting slave wage
400-years of cotton free sweat labor:
Plantation-to-factory years
of getting tossed crumbs off the table
400-years of never getting nothing —
nothing but
bottom-of-the-boot ridicule
Heaven knows we deserve something:
Because that reparation train from Washington
is 400-years long overdue
That’s just the way Uncle Tom’s cabin door
always shut close,
but it’s gonna swing open in the gospel end
That’s the way this repo tale is gonna be
a-revision retold —
Darkies on a sunny move to a brighter send
She’s in love with a repo man
She leaves and he finds her and repossesses
Her time and time again
Maybe one day
She’ll make up her mind to stay
But until than a few months in
Then she’s out the door and on her way
A very wise man once said:
There’s nothing new under the sun
If it happened before,
it’s gonna happen again
If a J.I. sold out their best buddy,
they’re gonna sell out your best friend
That’s just how it is,
and that’s how it’s always been
It's the un-Just way people do Iscariot biz,
shop closed is always a tragic end
Every diverse token
that once culturally fit in,
when the times change,
they get tossed to the wind
And every corporate top
in need of a new profit spin,
picks up that discarded token
and slogan use it again
If a Balaam bum sold out their old buddy,
they’re gonna sell out your new friend
That’s just how the world is,
and that’s how it’s always been
Every flattering word spoken so buttery
at a private power luncheon setting,
can turn into a public bed-wetting
when the bladder mouth soils the sheets
Another Marx Peabody silken tongue rank thinning,
tough pillow talk changing of the propaganda Lenin
If you’ve heard that ol’ manifesto song before ...
put on your patriotic shoes,
because you’re gonna be marching once more
If a Jezebel busybody sold out her gossiping pal gals,
they are gonna sell out your grapevine group as well
That’s just way the story goes,
the same way as it began
A repo tale retold,
always have the same end
Creditors on a plastic card hustle boost,
says that mortgage bill is unpaid
Ghetto dwellers perched on a low roost,
J. Crow ‘bout getting slave wage
400-years of cotton free sweat labor:
Plantation-to-factory years
of getting tossed crumbs off the table
400-years of never getting nothing —
nothing but
bottom-of-the-boot ridicule
Heaven knows we deserve something:
Because that reparation train from Washington
is 400-years long overdue
That’s just the way Uncle Tom’s cabin door
always shut close,
but it’s gonna swing open in the gospel end
That’s the way this repo tale is gonna be
a-revision retold —
Darkies on a sunny move to a brighter send
The Repo Man infiltrated my loft,
And he made his move while I was sleeping,
But my "Sonnet Senses" never went off,
Therefore, I walked to the bus stop weeping.
You can not fight crime when you ride the bus,
With criminals trying to shoot at you,
Because then the driver would raise a fuss,
And there would be nothing that you could do.
So, even if I wanted to fight crime,
I would be late getting to the crime scene,
Knowing that the driver would take his time
Making all of the bus stops in between.
Of all the bad guys that left me undone,
The Repo Man was the sneakiest one.
Annealing bypass accountant funnel package routing
Die stream play overlays
Towards function
Away from heat regulator
Mobile O.S grid independence
Semiconductor dyes/dies
No grammatical syntax coupes possible