Best Thuggish Poems

Just a Wedding Day

Oh, hear the wedding bells peal out to ring
They clang as if they have no heart to sing

The groom arrives, splendoured in tailed suit
A masquerade that shields a thuggish brute

The parents meeting, warmly shaking hands
Judging; which, the most they cannot stand

The lady...

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h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar,...

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They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist, 
feminists...

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off too see her 
now we sliding on chrome slippining past slip;ery serpents
its certain its aknown fact
dont push me cause i push back
push black white in the night and
winding sliding sliders right in time too
clean out the doom, demons doomed i clean out the room
i...

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Beasts of England you would make us
As we cowered in your class,
Cornered, while the marks were counted,
By the thought we wouldn't pass.


Soon or late the day was coming
When you'd seize me by the hair,
Maddened that I couldn't answer,
And impressed with every stare.


Still I see your...

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What to do,
how respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
in someone else's home
or community
or economy?

OK, good question,
I hope,
yet with ample precedent
in polycultural battles to attain harmonious balance
where we have become monopolistically lost.

What do you do,
how respond,
to monocultural stimuli
advancing in your own heart,
across your backyard?
When illness stalks you,
declares you alien...

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Once we created starry nights,
and Mona Lisa with smile slight,
we covered chapels in heavenly scenes,
made David shine in marble sheen.
Now our 'art' make good folks scoff,
smear **** on paper, then sell it off,
mistaken for garbage, devoid of heart;
we need more beauty in our art.

Once our...

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Seven gun shots, three of them taken by me!
Now and forever, I sit permanently here in this uniquely customized chair today.
I can't feel ****, I'm paralyzed from my hips down to my toes today.
If I could somehow miraculously go back in the day, today.
I'd take...

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May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons

That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual 
white middle-class dadisms:

You snooze
you lose

May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious 
thuggish...

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Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed, 
the menace of recycled gangsters. 
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin, 
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins, 
Emi’lokan, The  insanity accepted as norm, 
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great...

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Very well, my dear, she said through coloured glass,
Through teeth of blood and silver
As the doorway hurtled past;
I then stood on the front step, with the rain beating down,
Until he bared his thuggish fangs
And I drove from the town.
I had done no wrong, offended none,...

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I live in suburban Pittsburg,
but my heart yearns for western climes,
undoubtedly from watching films
that dressed up and romanticized
the sweep of the tall-grass prairie,
desert cactus and red-baked stone,
endless pines in northern forest,
Earth’s tall, Rocky Mountain bones.
Where a man could breath the air,
and hookers had those hearts...

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...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
Centries
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't scare or harm me
I enjoy the company of ghost, ghouls,...

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This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity

together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician

toady treacly...

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Our unhinged president,
(a veritable loathsome miscreant)
cannot get away with murder,
nor will mine paltry poetic
(side winding) gambit
help clinch deserved punishment
for leader of free world hell bent
on destroying civilization.

Nevertheless cathartic and therapeutic
to craft (ala literary blitzkrieg)
sentiments lambasting atrocious,
egregious, malicious, nefarious,
opprobrious, seditious, uproarious, vicious...
dirty deed(s) done dirt cheap.

I...

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