Best Scum Poems
There’s a sense in which all life is scum on this earth
(without God as creator), life here (more debris
that just floats on the surface of things, that evolves
to fill niches that former life spawns) has no worth
in itself, demonstrates all life does is make space
for more scum, that will live on life’s poop, or it’s flesh.
And if God does exist, might this God view with mirth,
not the flora, but fauna (that fled from the sea
to escape what would eat it) could think World revolves
for its pleasure! Dare parasites dream that their birth
is a proof of God’s LOVE, virtue, intellect’s, ‘ace
in the hole’ for our kind; hint we’ve souls God should thresh?
Does my life have more value if I have a soul
or does fantasy telegraph who has control?
To choose God makes things’ better?’ Is what I ‘think’ JUST?
If God’s real or God’s missing, what grownup owns trust?
Just how long is one day in the life of a God
for creation took billions of years, should we pray?
Is our Bible infallible, final, ordained
‘truth of God’ or a primer for 1st graders, ark
for man’s soul, meant to save us from ‘downpour of pride?’
We grow trees meant to float us, or harvest what’s there?
Do you lie to your kids when they voice, “It’s so odd,
Why’s sky colored, not black?” Are you filled with dismay
to say, “It’s not my choice, but the color’s constrained,
to be just what it is by creation’s real SPARK!”
The truth’s Science, not faith, or stained truth’s override!
Oh, the mind of a man is a tawdry affair!
Is Spark SPARK? Can we know? Still, faith calls SPARK, “I AM!”
There’s no epigram spoken more valid, less sham!
Truth is God could be ‘real.’ Safe bet universe ‘is’
and reflects God’s true nature (if God sourced ‘Whole Biz’)!
Long Tooth
June 18th in 2020
At times, go public spending
And twice, will the salaries of functionalism
While they fleece the public treasure
Easy-going, claim the subdued
At the profuse bronchitis of patriotism
At the mercy of poor care
Get up, come and join us will
The scum of nations
Countless like the grains
In the deep Oceans
And the stoical vastness of deserts
Where the annoying wind
All entangled in gigantic fuss
And it even that more awake
Stay the unwary, because of all this
Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
**** Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines
many had looted gravely many others of toe to hairs
yet others had ditched several in rat holes of despair
raped with fierceness so brute that victim felt killed for years
purloined so skillfully, that heist remained unknown to official years
killed and tilled the intestines of many
they were lying in river bed fanny
earning dough was a zero sum game
they erased yours and put their name
living on the margin like a zombie dead
did you have the courage left that you always had.
Cycle had moved a round and done turnabout
earth shook and took all it could get
nature was shaking the societal glass
where scum had gathered thick at bottom
as it threatened to have the pure also pretty rotten
quaking in anger and seeth the plates moved and moved
the evil empires were down and razed, seeking insurance claims
they had to build again the regimes ,ugly and bad
good guys got a deal out of destruction and death
as they went about collecting the carcasses of all
You heard them mumble in bated breath toll:
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
TV channel shutter bags clicked mad......the quake tragedy ..nobody bothered to check the
social and criminal background of those dead....vis a vis their real activities-which were
largely unknown ,anyways!
What is bad stock?
Plasticine people smiling within Formica walls
Where hippy drains a fathers fool
As Ma Baker dominates the town
By day before taking her draws
Down...
Shes a ho.. He's a whimp
Out dancing with Lucy
Sky high
So return with a bump to earth kids
And scrimp
And scrape
The crap from the local rag
A coal fire infused
With amusing fags
Thirteen coppers and a few irate
Snobs
Armed guns
Be loyal littuns and
Shut your gobs
We... Were bad stock from the filthy side of koi
Five little girls
Not one boy
(As twas)
watching an election campaign in the US
is like watching the scum rise in a heated garbage can
that has sat out behind a restaurant all night
after a downpour filled it up to the brim---
with all the horrid smelling trash floating around the surface
in no particular direction---
one notices a plethora of little bits of filth & miniscule debris
all swirling round,
like the explosive diarrhea expelled out of
an american politician’s mouth
when the going is getting tough &
the name of the game is to sling the dirt
in order to taint the opponent’s image,
as if any of them were ever clean from the
blood & *****they began to wallow in
when beginning to rise on the political ladder
through a sequence of sodomy, blow jobs &
constantly taking part in murderous oppression
via all the parties that put moola in their pockets
on the way to the white house---
so now we watch the two Repugnants
fighting it out like cocks in a cock fight
digging, scratching,
biting & bleeding---
all for the sake of power
all for the sake of
making large decisions
that will reverberate throughout the 21st century,
affecting us all, but including
not
a
one---
and our necks are gripped tight
by the hands of the same vultures that feast on the
deaths that the US military continues to bring,
by the hands of the same vultures that fill their pockets
with the money that could actually help out our domestic population
by the hands of the same vultures who are responsible for the last economic crisis &
who will be responsible for the next &
by the hands of the same property owning white boys that have run this country
since they sat down to write the constitution 225 years ago.
Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
**** Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
I am slimy scum
I'm a rotten bum
I rule America
Sucking on my thumb.
I am rather dumb
I make people numb
I'll turn America
Into endless slum.
If I'm feeling glum
Unhappy I become
I praise the Ku Klux Klan
Then I get giddy some.
Beat my kettledrum
Rat-a-tat-tum-tum
Shriek racist epithets
Ad-infitum.
My ultimatum
Needs uranium
Blowing up the world and grin
Ain't it worrisome. I win!
Your very good at destroying
Young girls hearts who are enjoying
The attention that you give
But it is no way to live
When you control their every action
To fulfill the satisfaction
Of the men you share them with
Girls too young to know that this
Is not what love should really be
But they're confused and so lonely
Runaways that have nowhere
To go so you steal their
Innocence and make them think
You saved them all from the brink
Of living cold and alone
Pretending you'll give them a home
And as much care as they need
They're only helping you succeed
To make money every time
Their virtues put on the line
Your the worst scum of them all
Using girls so scared and small
I hope one day your found dead
With a bullet in your head
From someone trying to save
These girls from an early grave
Here are questions that I would be asking Trump.
have many crosses to burn
why never will take your turn
before start did adjorn
poor things have proposed
why are you being exposed
lying we supposed
with supporters mingles
and why do you have shingles
while dry skin tingles
only lies have sought
why forget to take your shot
beneath collar be hot
burn things to stubble
why do you cause much trouble
face on balloon bubble
have called heart a spade
why are you always afraid
not keep proms made
made bad selection
why start an insurection
need much protection
hearing you am bored
why never pray to the Lord
false teeth you have stored
stolen each mitten
why records have you hidden
which are forbidden
supporters ignore
why do plat golf so poor
steal from local store
questions Trump will ask
why never complete a task
fat body in sun basque
why would you hire
someone you what to fire
and do desire
on head has orange hair
why will you mask never wear
made from underware
questions will ask Trump
why have you been such a grump
on back have big hump
several lies say
why do you mess up my day
for crimes never pay
Trump is surely dumb
while having been a beach bum
with bag full of scum
some say Trump while screech
so why should him we impeach
always lowdown leach
Trump seems full of glum
with you why is only doom
your rot in each room
raises much static
why make things problematic
being drug addict
if you want to more add
when I read them will be glad
news Trump has been bad
Trump has blowing his stack
why would you
want to come back
while making wise crack
Trump has lost his wits
why would you have called it quits
should be blown to bits
If you did not laugh
should take another warm bath
Be burned with much wreath
Trump started screaming
Why no features redeeming
Bright orange hair beaming
never passed a test
why her body did you molest
we were not impressed
Trump likes to linger
Why are you a bad singer
Flipped up his finger
Trump let bed bugs bite
why temptation do you fight
run away in freight
Trump motto he made
why on market do you trade
when of sense not a blade
born without a brain
why did Trump become insane
always will remain
His lies plentiful
Trump why is posture pitiful
and brain miiscule
Threats on license plates
John Gotti is rolling with
laughter Wise-guys
are truly cowards today
bullying disabled women
for high blood pressure
medicine and diapers
Ciro Gargano serial
Killer and his severe
repeat violent offender
blood was everywhere
stabbing five persons
Ha ha ha ha here we
go again go take a
hike and a leak
I will never fear
your threats intimidation
bullying Ciro Gargano
Scum
the sick, the depraved, the desperate
all the scum in this
weary city
do not welcome them into your arms
throw them back into darkness
refuse to confront them in the midst of their ugliness
ignore the rotten smell of body and spirit
eating itself alive
if you show them kindness
they will latch onto you like a virus
and strip you bare
do not offer your mercy
do not offer your pity
throw them back into darkness
it's what they understand
War
War is real
It’s bad for your health
They send you to death
And embellish their wealth
War is necessary
The propagandists rev you
Til you hate the scum
Who have families like you
Sister, wife and mum.
You’ll fight for freedom
While you do as your told
The blood in your veins
Becomes icy cold.
Your name on a monument
Your wife touches the letters
Your kids cry at night
Becoming bed wetters
War is real
A trench full of ghosts
A bomblet of agony
Turns your skin into toast.
David Cox 19/01/24
Under a wallflower thumb
Impelled to destruction
do not ask:HOW COME??
Infested Hand
Decaying thought
Worthless Bastard
Descends to rot
There are no Lovers in my Eye
Why should I live,when perhaps,I SHOULD DIE
Scum of the Yesteryear Story
Unable to Laugh or regain Youthful glory
Parents did love me
The peers,laughingly taunt
Dead between the jock strap
The Outer Life I tried to want
Beacon's Glow
but Myself is lost for worse
There is no Shine from Up divine
Read between the lines
an epitaph and a curse
Weathered hearts take the plummit for different reasons
Behaving freely like the chaotic parasites we were always meant to show how to live life a bit more f*cked up in the fast lane
Cruising around the metropolitan at an all time low
Putrid exhaust fumes gather in thick clouds of dense smog around highly trafficked areas
You take joy in the little things like,
Bumper to bumper commerce for the rest of your uncomfortable life
Rush hour's usual three and a half
Road rage fanatics cursing in tongues and spitting on the inside of their own windsheilds
And, others just honking their own horns because they want in on the action, too
Reminds me of orgies and no one wanting to do it with you so beat off in the corner lonely and probably whining
Humanity is pathetic