Best Upper Class Poems

1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
          If you hang up the...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are...

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*People just being people.
These are the kind I want to be around.
How I deplore those putting on airs.
I like the folks whose both feet touch...

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I remember way back when I was real young, my brother and I used to have adventures 
    and we wouldn't even...

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How thrilling was a novel long ago
I read for school: A Tale of Two Cities.
It tells of common people whose great woe
comes from the upper...

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I'm so happy I checked-out a recent e-mail from the Soup
By doing so, I was privileged to read some of Becca Teagan's 
work, I know...

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I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship...

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America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring? 
The bottom class
 wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
 stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated 
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be...

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i cannot give you studded diamonds,
or give you fine white pearls,
nor can i give you money,
that could buy the whole wide world.

i cannot give you...

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Three brothers we, three brothers we;
living together, within our tree.
We’re raccoons who so, do love cheese;
We do love brie, we do love brie.

We don’t like...

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Roses spread with lace garter;
Boutonnière and charter.
Green meadow eyes clung to lass.
Juliet was upper class.
A shepherd was he, with crook.
All gentle men, she forsook.
Under the...

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Ahhh the luck of the Irish 
complete with leprechauns 
and pots of gold 

The Emerald Isle 
God's country 
filled with lyrical voice 

but no one...

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A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness,
Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances
Revenge for her murder to bring him...

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A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.

The yellow-black jackets...

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The meaning of Life:
   To touch, to feel, to see;
   To know without shadows of doubt
   of One's immortality.

Life...

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