Best White Collar Poems

I don't need to remember what it was like  to be  a kid

 I don' t need to memorize where all the fun...

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Lawyer,
slippery snake,
white collar criminal,
mirror image of thievery,
serpent.



For John Heck's 12-In-1...Choose Your Forte! contest....

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You don’t know this but
we’re all ISBN’s. At birth,
we’re tattooed across our asses
with barcodes, ID tags, social security numbers.
The only doctors allowed
to perform this surgical...

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school broke up and summers here
shipped off, a long bus ride
every holiday off I'd go
to my aunts house by the sea side

she opened the door,...

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I walked out today with a different dream than I woke up from 
I went to bed last night with nothing but illusions 
I guess...

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Corporate Greed


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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...

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Rich white-collar crooks wearing suits,    
	street walkers, and rowdy old coots,
	bank robbers, dope dealers,
	bootleggers, fake healers--      ...

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Let freedom rain like the drops from the sky
Let freedom reign it was said but to me it’s a lie

What does it mean to be...

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Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching...

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Underwear used to be a fig leaf
Then somebody invented the brief
I think it’s absurd
To name it that word
I mean, what’s briefer than a leaf?

Was it...

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Read these words, 
as they flow to chaos.
The expression of rage
inked across the page.

You think you know me, 
you don't know ****.
Scared and tattooed, 
I...

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Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random...

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I’ve wrestled with devil in blue grass.
That college that picks pockets 
and helps itself to damsels’ purses
fixed nooses just off seventy-five south, 
over Clay-way Bailey.

The...

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I’m the donkey tied with ropes and 
being sodomised in front of the 
church tree,
While the choir chants praise to the 
god who bled, cried...

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