Best Vig Poems

Daughter crime
hooking up with felon Father time
Both got incestuous, crooked desires in mind
Two thieves in a thug hug, 
secrecy intertwine conspiracy vine bind 
Mother brood 
raising a wild pack of dog sharks
to feed on 
minnow murmuring moods
of bottom dwellers street schooled
Imprinting runt dorsal vig tales
with...

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I DON’T WANT HIM
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I’m Pontius Pilate and here’s something I need to share
As of this moment I wash my hands of the entire affair
You’re  saying this guy’s a heretic meddling in all we know
Heard he’s asking questions threatening the status quo
Started a...

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Who among you is brave enough
(or dumb enough)
to take the challenge
Bet your life to beat the odds ...
One out of six
Load the chamber with one bullet,
spin the cylinder, 
spin it good
Place the wager with a reputable bookie
Everybody’s dying to see you lose,
so take your pick...

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Cardboard box compassion,
canned love with a cadaver expiration date
Sub-contract the morgue delivery,
charge a mob fee that’s double the going vig rate
Profit from scapegoating the poor — 
Brand X the Depression Era entitlement hate 
Legislative death cargo transported,
collect a toll fee that’ll be triple the gouge...

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You consider yourself a good, loyal foot soldier,
always doing what the big boss tells you to do
You're good at taking orders,
you're even better at following through
If there's a job that needs to be done,
and it needs to be done right
The big boss always seem to...

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In Boo Land ...

Every gagged mouth is covered 
by a grave reeker hand
Raven black-cloaked, vomit foul specter
maniacally sob laughing
Someone’s been tilting the tomb bottles again,
tipping thru the Pet Sematary growling 

Inflicting fear is the feral joy of the frightening
Scream suffering
is the howl pleasure of the...

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“i’m only happy when it rains,”
moans shirley manson when she’s backed by
butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed
distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers
a la trent reznor
the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album---
one doesn’t have to be a meteorologist to
think that she & her crew...

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Total cop out ... criminal eyes
don’t ever confess
Grifter smiles will make a mark frown,
put smirks on politricking class clowns
Public trust, 
it only grows less

Oh, from the top down,
the Elmer Gantry carnival tent
is crooked as they bum rush come
Gold coin theft renown ...
Every eye is on...

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MARILYN HOLDING ON TO 
MEMORIES THROUGH ASHES 
REMEMERING THE LOST DONATE 
BONE MARROW SHORE CLAIR MICHIGAN 
MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU PLEASE 
STOP THREATENING MY LIFE 
I CAN'T IMAGINE AFTER ALL THESE 
YEARS RIVERSIDE DRIVE YOU WERE SO 
INTRIGUED BY MY POETRY MY WRITING 
INCLUDING...

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El Presidente don’t Tennessee 
nothing bad coming,
tho’ the global orbitals
saw viral things very differently

Happy talk tongue taters
do eerily 
Idaho ear mash liquor please

Delaware drunk on denial,
so Iowa unaware
that the body litmus test
is gonna crimson cost higher

The Ivory home
(with the igloo dome)
in un-Wash D.C.
got the Nevada...

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Mister Government Taxman,
IRe See
you’re reaching into the citizens’
		              pockets again

Mister Caesar Palace Chamberlain,
your adept eyes
	          are deeply searching
every pocket square inch
for that last...

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If you don’t speak pig Latin,
that’s all muddy okay
Ignorant bliss slop chatting,
this be the swine way

Quid pro quo
is a pig tell only 
when you Latin show 
need to know  know

This Seller conversation bee busy e-Bay
That Buyer rhetoric reply is a sting yea

Quid pro quo,...

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It was easy to admire such a pleasant mirage,
Her tasteful arrangement of complimentary tones,
With forms chasing functions on comfortable fabric,
To be smoothed with businesslike fingers
In total awareness of having my full attention.
And when we rehearsed stage kisses 
In that discrete corner of the ensemble room,
The...

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broken hearted yet again 
Got left yet again for another women
It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't 
The same women he left me for
Three years ago.
Broken hearted he told me it would be forever
And i believed him this time I was so wrong
Too trust...

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