Best Scumbags Poems


Premium Member Asylum Seekers

Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.

The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.

Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.

Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags. 

A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.

Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.

Premium Member Bastards

There are bastards in the world,
too many of them for my liking,
but they don’t care about my likes
or dislikes for they are bastards.

Bastards!!
Hollowed out beings filled with a
pus green aura of
disdain.

Bastards!!
Scumbags, callous miscreants,
lousy, scuzzball, son-of-a-bit-chin,
sleazebag weasels.

Bastards!!
Villainous,
snake in the grass rogues,
reprobate swine, spineless, jellylike,
amorphous lowlife scoundrels,

Bastards!!


John G. Lawless
2/3/2013

Premium Member Bah Humbug

A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles

Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills

     Without checking price tags

     He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”

For this is how grinches get their thrills!




*January 3, 2015


Premium Member Ukrainian Sea Shanty

Murderers and rapists they all be
Vlad Putins scumbags, his army
They should all be hung from a tree
For all the world to see. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

In close combat Russians can't fight
Despite their superior military might
They kill men, women and little children
Because it makes them feel like men. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

The murdered victims they tried to hide
Then tried to blame the Ukrainian side
Reporters have filmed and they have seen
Now Ukraines a giant crime scene. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

Weapons are being sent from the West
That will put those scumbags to the test
But they'd better get them over there fast
Or Ukraines defenders won't last. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

The Russians had hoped for a victory
Then Ukraine sunk their ship in the Black sea
It was the great pride of the Black sea fleet
And it put their navy in retreat. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

Putin said nuclear and caused us alarm
It seems he'd like to wish us all harm
But he is paranoid and is not so tough
And the west should call his bluff. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

Written on 22nd April 2022.

Black Paws Pirate Ship

An Ancient crazy Ox, 
Once had a whacking job,
Breaking on the dance floor,
One too many holes to show!
 
A sleepy grizzly bear on four,
Drinking ale with a drunkard 
boar,
On board a rocking Boat with 
one oar,
Singing 'bottles of rum' from 
Jamaica to Singapore!
 
Mind me manners toward 
Capitano Lady Fox,
Upon the infamous pirate 
ship at Bencoolen's seaport,
Gives me dreaded shivers me 
back as she reckons me 
ransom...
Or walk the plank on her 
fancy at devil's watch! 
Her bastard crews scattered 
around the  world by 
misadventure,
Come crawling back surely 
from as far as America to 
India, Oxes,Bears,Otters,Boars 
and nasty Mr.one-eyed 
badger! 
Assign her coloured flags of 
the Dark Paws! 
Get ready to sail and soar on 
open seawater.
'ALL PAWS ON DECK !' yell the 
first mate Mr.Badger at the 
aft, 
Scurry me *****es of a 
pirate's whore or there'll be 
no sunshine on your arses! 
And glide she did towards 
Shanghai's blossom ... 
 
And on her voyage she pick 
up the grizzly bear and 
drunkard boar,
With a slashing whip on 
those Scumbags with her 
foxy's paw she gave in to her 
pleasure! 
 
Beware merchants and sea 
travellers be on your guard,
The sinister Black Paws is 
coming your way...
And by the hairy ass of 
Bloody 
Mary have mercy on you,
When she prey upon your 
vessels on golden horizon 
ablaze !!
Ahoy there and shiver me 
timbers this take becomes 
hotter,
 
A tale of battles with pirates 
and the western kingdom..... 

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Nancy Jones
New Contest

Always Questioning Part 2

16.12.2015 

Part 2

Call me a consciousness conspiracy theorist but wise,
I dig out many lies while being surprised, 
So I rewire with the motivation of desire,
Cause I want the rest!!!
As I try my heart felt best,
I'm feeling this all as a test,
I digest and invest in systems with high probabilities, 
Ya see, 
These so called truths are hard to prove, they’re possibilities, 
Do you read my words? nah ya tee me up like an unaware referee, 
Technical just like subliminal messages waged and played through,
Dirty deeds, these weeds don't please me and cause me to leave, 
But how do we leave and ignore all these tricks,
They stick like Hollywood flicks,
Dam are we all just part of the matrix,
I'll be here always deciphering all the programming real quick,
Those that are ramming all the information bits,
That are used with a strategic hit and destroy the spiritual unfit,
Using Reserve money from scumbags with fat tragic stacks,
Of physical magic cause were all trapped into it,
Feeding it with sick minds believing we need it,
Then we go and invest in it so you become it,
But I rather find wise words and dip them in Chrome,
So they reflect light shining bright off the top of the dome,
A word narrator warrior roaming on a journey to conquer,
The lures roots turning our experience to ignorance quicker,
Looking once, looking twice, taking inner advice, I slice and dice,
So concise as I turn the tables, unable to continue in a unstable fable,
Rising up, and on the attack, so turn the tables to our capabilities,
Quincy Mac always coming with steez with words like these, 
Using feasible tweezers that can see.....so,
I remove the splinters mindfully, 
Officially and always peacefully,
My my……….. As life fly’s by,
Don’t deny the mind,
Or the third eye.

Quincy Mac
date written: 16.12.2015
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If There Were No Men

I’ve heard lots of feminists say
we’d be better off without men,
they claim that they are just joking,
but say it again and again.
That we’re all of the world’s problems,
that we start all of the world’s wars,
the species would be much better
if we didn’t need men anymore.
The trend is for the feminine
to be exalted endlessly,
the masculine gets demonized,
Orwell-speak shields the misandry;
but I think all these flippant jibes
cover a fact few will admit,
if these feminists got their wish
the whole world would fast go to sh-t.

Now I know the obvious fact,
with men, no procreation,
which means that the whole species dies
within just one generation.
But lets get to the here and now,
to the world and how it must work,
without men out there doing there thing
society would go berzerk.
Most folk who chose to be pilots
do carry the y-chromosone,
so if they’re gone then kiss goodbye
the chance to travel far from home.
And most people building with steel,
or wood are of the manly type,
so don’t expect much to be built
if men are sent off into night.
Most people out in the hot sun
building roads are decidedly male,
so if you are the type who drives
without men you are bound to fail.
Who can forget all the farmers,
once again, most of them are guys,
if they're not there growing those crops
then millions of people will die.
Surgery and anesthesia
are dominated by the dudes,
so if they’re gone you better hope
nothing ever happens to you.
The police who chase criminals,
and use force to put them away...
mostly men, and without all them
scumbags would also rule the day.
The miners and the lumberjacks,
the truckers, and the soldiers strong,
the plumbers and electricians,
the list of it goes on and on…

Now some may say that without men
women would just do all of that,
but equal rights say otherwise,
and simply looking at the stats
shows women do not take these jobs,
despite all the hype about STEM,
when both sexes are free to chose
it still always fall to the men.
I think it’s time we all admit
that there’s evolution at play,
there’s things men are better geared for,
and it will always be that way.
If all the crazies got their wish,
and the ‘toxic’ males disappeared,
you all would be dead within months,
both sexes have roles to play here.

The Last Day of Don Quixote

since there is a saying 
“noble man walks on the thoroughfare”
Don Quixote abandoned the shortcut-side-road,
steering Rosinante, dashing into the highway 

while he was riding on the highway
something suddenly came into his mind 
a proverb “the middle way is the golden mean”  
he reined the horse into the middle lane looking at the horizon 
where the road meets the sky

as he steers the horse it begins loping  
the knights overtake Rosinante with their fleet steeds 
they swear and finger at Don Quixote with dirty looks 
 
“you scumbags!” Don Quixote yelled to the rude riders 
“since the swallows don’t understand the will of wild geese,
why not quickly go back to your hangouts and chant Vedas”*
brandishing lance and at the same time, unknowingly, spurring  
the horse 

to mitigate his angers he prodded Rosinante to a full gallop
at that moment, a dragon flickering its red and blue eyes 
from above came on the cloud and attacked him
  
as Don Quixote raised his lance
the dragon belched fire from his mouth 
and the fire swallowed him 

he collapsed on the spot
became a lump of charcoal


*Note: In Chinese character, sound of Sanskrit word “Vedas” (??) spells as bark on first letter, which is the compound letter/word of “mouth and dog.” The phrase “Chant Vedas” metaphorically implying “bark”
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Filthy Rich

Filthy rich

Filthy rich now control the poor,
Howards contracts will hurt 4 sure,
Government cleaners by the contract blest,
$200 less in their poor pay packets,
Per week im telling you,
Pick on the poor these scum will too,
A greed of hogs attack,
Morality died in days of old,
Todays scumbags would sell your soul,
No decency, in fact, the greed 4 bloody gold?

Don Johnson

Premium Member Selling Flowers At the Cardboard Intersection

HIM

I didn't ask to be born
neither did you.
And of all the shoes I've worn
you've walked very few.

My first job was to gather eggs
I was four then.
The welts on my legs
were for bringin' in

less was expected.
Five, eight, twelve
eighteen came uninspected
beatings delivered by unintrospective

role model.
Family values passed down
through saloons and brothels
and Sunday School dress-up to drown

screams of innocence
no voice to tell them with.

THEM

Little boy, this don't make sense.
Suck it up, embrace myth

eology please. It will ease you 
and us who've worked very hard
protestantly ethicking virtue.
Son, we can quote bard.

You weren't blessed by our god might
you want work to make enough 
to live and perhaps breed? Well, alright
then the non-negotiable answer tough

as it seems to liberal
scumbags is this deal:
Sign up your visceral
instincts to kill.

HIM

So I did

Dirty Old Town

Dirty Old Town

Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.

Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.

Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and laugh.

Dirty town, filthy town,
It wasn’t always like this.
“But, we have no money or resources”
This Government, you take the piss.
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Let Us Not Be Vague

I 'll get straight to the point,
I won't be vague,
They try the worst of criminals at the Hague,
For crimes against humanity,
Murder,torture,ethnic cleansing, but three.
But my question is, " why are there not more,
Crimes against humanity the bad should answer for?"
Because there are in this world,suited bad men, the worst,
Who have created all of the investment bubbles,
Which they then for their own gain burst,
To create most of the economic troubles,
That the world is fighting hard to put right,
Yet these same scumbags plot each day and night,
To blow up the bubble of their latest scam,
With the controlled acquiescence of good old Uncle Sam.
How come they are not in the dock in the Hague?
Or is this a question for politicians, too vague?

Tom Higgins 03/08/2012

We All Must Go Through It Sometime

Going to the same schools with the same people 
The worst you could do is get a name 
Your name sticks 
There is no going back
That one faithful day
That one horrifying mistake 

We walk around making sure that we look our best
Never letting our pants be unzipped 
Always making sure that our shoes were free of toilet paper
Fearing to get called zippy, or toilet train
Dressing so uncomfortable that we get cuts and scares from the clothes that we wear
Making sure that we look like everyone else

Our differentially is stripped from us the moment we step into that setting
We are no longer our own human being
But a frighten wolf following the pack
Never questioning the leader
Never roaming away
Trying to comfort ourselves by reminding that we all go through it

Is this normal?
Do we need this to survive?
Wanting to be yourself 
Can’t find a reason to let go
Afraid of the consequences

Be yourself 
If they give you a name at least it is unique
At least u will show your kids that they have a chance
A chance to succeed without need the approval for worthless scumbags they call bullies

Maybe we are afraid 
Of the “friends” we will lose
The things will miss
But who wants to be around people that can’t even accept you for who you are
So forget them

We all most go through the choice 
But we get to regulate how much we take

Free Cee If I Was the Father of a Girl I Would I Kill This Dude

IF I WAS THE FATHER OF A GIRL I'D KILL THIS DUDE

Okay, so I’m walking down the street today
Strolling on the sidewalk and simply on my way 
Suddenly my eyes espy a truck being driven by some scumbag
He was driving while transporting some dumb hag
In any event, as he ever closer neared
It was just as I had feared
It was just another scum bag, not the  scum bag I had thought
So my actions were naught
Now listen to me and get your mind off some dumb hag
It was the wrong scum bag because if you ask me all men are scumbags
And all women are only potential recipients of sexual gratification from some scum bag, whether the scum bag uses a scum bag or not
It all depends on what the scum bag’s got
The scum bag has not a scumbag if pregnancy be his plot
If, however, freedom is his pleasure then the scum bag has a scum bag and will use it
Unless, of course, as regards the scumbag using a scumbag, the recipient chooses to refuse it
And listen all you scum bags, after you use the scum bag please don’t re-use it
And if you want my opinion I will tell you who I think is the worst kind of all scum bags
According to me and the majority of some dumb hags
The biggest scum bag of all is the scum bag who has Aids and doesn’t use a scumbag……man are those scumbags scum bags
Those scum bags should nurse at the nipple of some dumb hag
Those f*cking disease spreading f*cking scum bags who f*ck without a wearing a ****ing scum bag!
    © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE.~.free cee!~

Die Love Thy Looks

Die love thy looks
She isn’t a pretty face inside a reckless tent 
She isn’t a princess dice, only you could flip once
With a voice of an angel all men are angles 
Drawn by the scent of her perfume 
‘‘I PREDICT’ she is a poison to their feet’s

Oh daughter of mine 
Let not these scumbags fill their bags
With a taste of your descent kiss
0r a word of your passionate mind

You worth more than just gold and diamond
‘‘listen to your voice’’
‘‘Listen to your light
Don’t let it die young like that

There is a prince just for you my niece
He will cross by in time
He will love you not for looks 
He will find you inside your books 
Die love to those men, who don’t have shame
Thy looks are not yours to stare at
A good man will come her way someday 

Die love to those grumpy fools, who forsake their wives
For just a look.... look aside she’s just a child
Not even your size
Oh! How wicked you men have turned!
Oh! How swallow you have fallen
Find yourself before you die in this shameful dirt
Where you stand....
‘‘Die love, thy looks! End

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