Best Snitches Poems
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
Categories:
snitches, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would hold dear
A crown from the town
Just a little ways down
Perhaps it belonged to the king
With tools they found jewels
And these two were no fools
As they thought of the fortune it’d bring
They tried and they pried
Now with pressure applied
To remove the prize up from the land
A dream it would seem
As they worked as a team
So that wealth could then rest in their hand
A tug and a shrug
In the place that they dug
But the artifact still wasn’t free
A shove with a glove
The sun hot up above
Now a bundle of sweat they would be
Inspired but tired
Their strength now expired
They tossed down their shovel and hoe
Glad but not sad
And in no way now mad
They decided to let the thing go
A prize for the eyes
As they now realize
All the trouble this fortune might send
Greed they don’t need
As the two did concede
That their fortune was having a friend
Categories:
snitches, friendship, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
scrolling
trolling
clicking
tricking
to cheat
deceit
snitches
glitches
lame game
for fame
peeving
thieving
maybe
they’ll see
jester
fester
traitor
baiter
drama
mama
dressed in
satin
green grime
cold crime
loner
moaner
Categories:
snitches, anti bullying, emotions, mental
Form:
Footle
Little
Brother likes sweets
Stole my Halloween prize
Mom and Dad do not like snitches
So I’ll make a witches spell for some pain
When he eats my candy he will
Feel only a small ouch
Because he is
Little
written 10-18-19
If I were your brother Poetry Contest
Categories:
snitches, brother, halloween,
Form:
Rictameter
They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where you wouldn’t dare
You run yours from that big corner office
Same hustle
Different size slice cut from the same seedy pie
The only real difference?
You run your sins from a hundred floors high
But you hustle just like me
Mr. White Collar critic
I may openly live it
But just like me
You push your product towards the weak and impulsive
So like it or not you’ve been right in it
Just like me
Supply and demand
Different trade, same plan
We target the same clientele
That same vulnerable man
Cause’ once that money changes hands
We both have no shame
All green money spends the same
You got your stocks, insider trade
I got my rocks
We’re both self made
You got your inside sources turned state’s witness
I employ the young and ambitious
Sometimes they slip up
And they too become snitches
So the flavor in your greed taste just like mine
Two people who at the end of the day
Pull up their britches in the same way
One crooked leg at a time
So you see
You hustle just like me
You got your “just in case” insurance
Stashed off shore, to be dispensed upon request
You launder
I make threats
Eventually,
What both of us want both of us gets
You keep a tight circle
I keep one too
But mine’s called a crew
In any case it keeps us less nervous
But they serve the same damn purpose
They help us sleep while our money stays in service
What I sell makes people believe they can fly
So yes,
My trade is predicated on a lie
But I guess
Your trade is just as cleverly disguised
It’s just that your lies are forgiven by less judgmental eyes
But both our business models have destroyed innocent lives
So in essence
When you stare at me
It’s like a mirrored view into your own scandal clad eyes
You know why?
Cause’ you hustle
Just like me
Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
Categories:
snitches, anger, black african american,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
They stand on the corner anything you want they got,
Some do the deals some run the money and some call shots,
All of them are ready to pop at the first signs of a problem,
Smith n Weston and Glock know just how to solve them,
These boys are no joke they stay with one in the chamber,
They be the real definition of a true gang banger,
Quick to snatch a life in a min with no second guessing,
Putting snitches in body bags so that they learn they lesson,
This isn't a hobby for them this is everyday life,
They married to the game no time for kids and wife's,
Blood in and blood out or sometimes plata o plomo,
Turning your back on your family is a major nono,
It's getting crazy on these streets these boys run in groups,
Most of them were trained by the army so it's groups of troops,
Armed to the teeth with new age armor and weapons,
If you see them on your block get your self to stepping,
Cause they show no remorse innocent or not,
When bullets start flying everyone's getting shot.
~DM2~
Categories:
snitches, family, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
I was sitting in a meeting quietly, trying to act serious
When the good friend behind me fiddled with my chair, something furious.
I traveled down hard and fast, completely jarred, as I landed.
Reached behind me and slapped her knee with a crack, overhanded.
The ones who saw were in crazy stitches.
They did not tell, they are not snitches.
Categories:
snitches, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Public affection –
Where did it go?
There’s an infection
Nobody knows
Loving in secret
Guilt meter’s on
Telescreen watching
Privacy gone
They’re lockin’ you up
For a public display of affection
The children are snitches
The homeless are spies
Watch in the subway
Their schizoid eyes
They’re puttin’ you down
For a public display of affection
They’re sellin’ you out
For a public display of affection
—- in a strange room
Along a brass pole
The dancers are working
Shoveling bull—— like coal
Warmth was a legend
Your passions are woes
The fate of the last friend
Nobody knows
They’re pullin’ your plug
For a public display of affection
They’re punching your ticket
For a public display of affection
They’re cuttin’ your battery
For a public display of affection
They’re snapping your cord
For a public display of affection
(2017)
Categories:
snitches, anxiety, humor, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
Its like being nicked
or narked,
Being triggered to spark!
Being filtered out of your mixes that pair well with high speed art,
if visions of passion release your greatest remarks-
how come your *****es aren't snitches in places that are dark?
Its because the new future has had a start,
20 years ago, but who's counting,
are you a happy old fart?
So where to be nested or invested or even confessed to?
At the bar! ?
GO AND GET NEXT TO YOU!
Send out the best to be viewed!
Treat the bets well,
'cause you're already in a sweaty smell,
they have necked into your vest and stretched out the lapels.
But winged birds are pests don't you know...
Don't be a germ, just do your best -or got to hell.
Flagrantly you've made your bed, and had all the time in this world...
Go be a girl!
Cause men's jobs don't need your opinionated help.
Categories:
snitches, angst, anniversary, childhood, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Death before dishonor, friends should be like bredren,
Dishonor before death, then let the Reeper bless 'em.
Death before dishonor, I got your back do the same,
Dishonor before death, thou who chooseth not ashamed.
Death before dishonor, no love at all for snitches,
Dishonor before death, some men in the world are b*tches.
Death before dishonor, my best friend is GOD.
Dishonor before death, I await till he takes my breath.
Death Before Dishonor
Categories:
snitches, inspirational, life, passion, uplifting,
Form:
What do you think?
Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love?
Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed.
If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe.
Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me?
Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger?
Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud?
Was the birth of that billionth person a waste?
You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible.
Why not?
My “Mother” can do anything she wants!
Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet.
Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there”
But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block.
The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket.
She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread.
Am I insane?
No- just emotional.
Categories:
snitches, allegory, mother, nature, passion,
Form:
Lyric
We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers
with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as former
triple secret double agent
yeah, minus the snitches,
the one bedroom apartment
at highland manor ranks
as most satisfactory ascent
to appease our taste, and
general environmental ambient
aspects compared to other
housing situations of ours
so, despite most every nosy, ancient
snooty, hoity toity...tenant,
particularly one butch herd gal
with a cock eyed louey, facial accent
a perfect spectacle for circus big-tent
single bucked sharp front tooth
sparkles, mocks, glistens...
as if brushed with Pepsodent
of course displayed "FAKE"
seventh heaven-sent
friendliness, when poor us
near being penniless with only tencent
experienced a warm welcome
a short time after moving here
but demeanor thereafter went
postal - stamp ping like the dickens
as if yours truly an unrepentant
sin nurse stir jokester,
nonetheless minds hateful words adamant
lee averse to cast aspersions,
cuz a friendly gesture linkedin
with my preference to be cogent
practicing what this atheist doth silent
lee preach, sans attempt tubby tolerant
in the face of someone belligerent
attentive to mine credo, dogma, ethos...
while alive in this world be tolerant
of others, whether he/ she wuzzent
pleasant still recalling days of yore,
I felt disgusted with myself when hell-bent
to hurl expletives (adding insult to injury)
if somebody bad mouthed me,
thus object lesson not requiring fervent
fanatical religious fervor
plus gluten free and NON GMO
improving health of Clark Kent.
Categories:
snitches, adventure, atheist, class, community,
Form:
Free verse
For a Part-Time Hustler, every day is sunny
Money comes in and outta my hands
In need of some walking around money
I wrap my cash in rubberbands
Chicks swarm like bees to honey
Got me feeling like a Part-Time member of a boy band
Product flying off the news stand
Kinda got me feeling like a Part-Time Paperboy
Hold my drink, let show u how to make real paper, boy!
Selling my product from my desk and on tha corner
Snitches meet the coroner
I make a phat stack
Then I go home and lay back
I wear rubbabands on my wrist
Owe a debt and get wrapped like a boxer's fists
Bein' a full timer is takin' a risk
But bein' a Part-Time Hustler is the sht
Categories:
snitches, business, dark, identity, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
Past the second light,aboard a ship am drifting
Feeling elated I need a minute to let it all sink in
If the crown fits I will line mine with pearls
Take a trip to Utopic Islands just to get my cereal outta farms
High_grade bud and tantalizing rum
I feel queasy flimsy,if am sick its the whisky cheating
Lets go far from here a place with no hurt or fear
I need freedom for a while, not mere wishful thinking,perception or dreams
Nothing imagined is real
We don't need simulation to make whips spin a rim
My goal is to make mankind supreme delight
Notta buncha snitches n rats
My artistry was sculpted from ancient Egyptian Vines
Made to last in a mummified extension of euclidean signs
If hanging the verse by double rhymes will bring justice to musicality then I will guillotine a chapter in style
Sex a whole clan of verbs just to make my point heard symmetrically
Categories:
snitches, art, hip hop,
Form:
Free verse
Like a mystical wight,
Ain't in a trance,
Nor experiencing delusions and phantasmagoria.
I live. I fight,
Fighting
Because the decision to be free
Is that which I took freely,
Yet, criticized with unsparing vigor,
Cruel and baseless calumnies.
The past is gone,
The future is a dream,
All I got is now and only now,
Enormities of crime and anomalies of law
I care not,
The quest to be real engulfed my thoughts,
But still afraid of reincarnation,
Then I skipped religion and politics,
Ready to die for my passion,
Because in the final analysis of my life,
The only true bulwark against penury is to hustle,
Become self actualized or die trying.
Free from all controversial pettifogging,
I still pen with sledgehammer directness,
Heavily freighted with erudition,
For you to fain believe,
In language terse yet familiar.
I'm not far from the street,
Words!
Justifiable in certain exigencies.
In a world full of trends,
I remained trendy,
Devoid of mulishness.
I glitter,
You wish to wear my shoes.
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional,
Snitches who treated me wrong,
Have made me strong,
Yesterday, I wasn't in a rush to figure out everything,
Embraced the unknown,
And today my life has surprised me
With that which would have scared you.
A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019
Categories:
snitches, freedom, success,
Form:
Free verse