Best Workin Poems
i narrate me own story in a fake english accent. the bloody typewriter is
broken, it can't capitalize. i'm out of coins for the heater. i can see me own
breath. it must be really bad . it's summer here in london. i'm a tough guy who
carries a gun. don't mean i don't want to look good. i freshen up my lipstick,
light up a cigarette and offer one to my secretary. she is hot really hot.
like i said it's summer. she don't wear lipstick it wouldn't help. in the
encyclopedia under the word butch is her picture.
i put out my cig in an ashtray overflowin. i'd tell her to empty it but she scares me.
she only wears one gold earring. who does that? i'm workin on a case, already
drank half the beers. by the way i'm a dick a private dick. the name is rock,
rock hard. there's a knock at the door. this could be bad she has two fourty fives,
she's also got a gun.
she's holding an airline ticket. no reason. she says she just likes it.
whatever! maybe it has to do with some kind of contest.
she says we're going for a ride. we are driving when she gets a flat.
i pump she pumps then we get out of the car and fix the flat. never liked
cars, horses are more convenient. less breakdowns. she takes us to a
party everyone is jumpin for joy, so joy gets up and leaves. bet you wish
this was going somewhere. it's not. like i said i'm a dick.
11~28~2014
Contest: Chopped III
Sponsor: craig cornish
Categories:
workin, humor, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Categories:
workin, career, humor, music, rap,
Form:
Lyric
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Categories:
workin, adventure, age, angel, art,
Form:
ABC
Come in Doc, stay a while and please close the door.
Your pills aren't workin..still sore...what? Take more?
Whaddya mean, "Don't worry"?
Why are you in such a hurry?
You just barely came in,
Now your leavin' again!
How much? Thanks for the break, but that bill's still pretty sour!
Been here two minutes...That's makes it 6000 bucks an hour..
Pardon me, what's that you say?
Yes,.... do have a nice day...
.
The Doctor Has Left the Building.
Categories:
workin, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Well, drip the juice
turn off your
Sunday suits
Fried chicken crackling
Rerun, what's happening
Brothers givin dap again
ain't no O'Jay
whistlin
back stabbin-in
Bill Cosby
found a friend again
Fat Albert
workin off pork rinds
and gubment
cheese
sinners gettin
on knees
Faith returned
Heaven turned warm
Just a little sumthin
sumthin
remindin us how
a man's actions
added volume
to his words
Kids were seen
not heard
and grandma
kept couches
wrapped in Saran
wrap.
I'd give a limb
to see a kid
climb a tree again.
Sweet bye and bye
days gone by.
Grab a palm leaf and
wave it on Sunday
We live in a world
with so many
discrepancies
God has abandoned
Sunday and puts in
work Monday
through Saturday.
Cotton field
work ethic
and a King's
mentality
We need to overcome
One mo gen.
I'd rather see
the human race win
than watch another
Superbowl commercial
Facts of life
that feel like lies.
A Mason jar,
Fireflies and a dad
changing diapers
were such good times
Categories:
workin, black african american, easter,
Form:
Free verse
To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed
But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed
Manager abuses authority
Women work there as a majority
In fact it feels like a sorority
The cycles
The emotion
Cure the curse
Brew the potion
Can't a day at work be smooth as lotion
The guys would think it's great
No not at all
Workin with women make me exhausted to the point I just wanna fall
On the floor
Move no more
I want another job
I don't fit in this clothing store
Hours of moving boxes
Eyes red like foxes
Picking up hanger after hanger
Up up goes my anger
Fingers getting poked from sensoring clothes
I smell laziness under my nose
Back-and-forth I carry lay-a-ways
I shouldn't complain I get paid anyways
Watching the fitting room
Boring full of gloom
Vacuum the carpet last
Only an hour has pass
I can remember everything that just passed
I glare at the co-manager as I strode past
It's days I don't even get a break
I'm so mad my body is like a blender the way I shake
In a four hour shift how much did I make
Four multiplied by 8.25 an hour
I used to make more than that from mama when I cleaned the shower
This is the price I pay for an "honest hustle"
But the whole time, no girl moves a muscle
I haven't eaten in hours my stomach hurts as if I'm in labor
This job is killing me like slave labor
But it's minus the whips
This chump change will never get me the luxurious "whips"
This time the master is African American
Can she, yes she, make the girls work
Yes she can
But privately refuses
The overworking confuses
She's invading my work ethic
So intrusive
I can't get away from this slave ship
So not elusive
No benefits
No pay on holidays
I need a job but also my dignity
I'm leaving anyways
I've gained experience and it's plenty money out there
Never has so much sweat dripped from my hair
Never worked a morning
Man this job is boring
If I lay my head
I swear I'm snoring
I'm glad to be in college
Gaining knowledge
When I get my own business I'll do people a favor
By ridding the world of slave labor
Categories:
workin, teen, workme, work, me,
Form:
Rhyme
i cant deny
i seek to fool the interlock
jockey quick to interact
the vista stitched to chili socks
so quick to miss who really rocks
a kid can list the million pox
that riddle the most civil thoughts
freedom needs some nourishment
the evil deeds with servants sent
jealousy a thirsty quench
the melody a ghastly wrench
two pennies hardly make a dent
flabbergast, tricks in contempt
the ladder casted main event
for many cases cause to vent
ideally equal no small percent
super man or mr. kent?
peter pan on the internet
workin on my seventh sense
send me all your sentiments
assets that are moral dense
floral holding sponsorship
counting all the counterfeit
monetary partially
cationically the catalyst to counter it
shocking im seeing toxic
the images not the objects
the sequence of events
perpetuating these prospects
im guesstimating weve lost it
ego the evil holding
our courage hostage
the future much closer to hospice
Categories:
workin, art, assonance, hyperbole, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER
Categories:
workin, adventure, faith, fear, growing
Form:
Blank verse
ive been quiet to long i need to be vocal
need a magic telescope i can see hope thru
while i remain drug free and teetotal
a blade is sumthin i need to be close to
self harmin since bein a teenager
ill never let my dreams fade
people stare at my scarres like there lookin at there favourite screensaver
put my heart in every lyric on each page
i know its as bad as my moms drinkin and brothers drug taking
but when you go home you have a hug watin
i never expected no one to luv me
sumtimes i wish sumone would hug me
they say home is where the heart is
alone is where the dark is
if i had a better childhood would i be able to trust more openly
would i speak my mind without first puttin it in a book of poetry
would i push more hopfully
look for love more vocally
more ups and downs than a light switch
why should i be tight lipped
ive been searchin and not findin
workin and still climbin
i dont need an advocate
this is real talk call me the white fabolous
im cleanin out my closet
like my idol eminem
paintin a paicture u should screen it out and watch it
ill share my views before i give my pen 2 them
they will try and paint me as the bad guy
but aint seen the world thru my eyes
2 months after my dad died
my best friend commited suicide
6 months ago was the last time i self harmed
and it seems like a life time
instead of usin a blade i pick up a pen
and follow my dream of bein a rapper so i write rhymes
behind every dark cloud theres a silver linin
you have to have the will 2 find it
lifes short u need a passion or dream to fill the time in
2 get to the top it may take a while
be strong and dont let anyone break your smile
Categories:
workin, lifeheart, dream, home, dark,
Form:
Lyric
Verse 1:
Taking money out my pocket,
Spendin how ya wanna.
Want the money and the fame,
Screaming california.
But I can't do these things.
Baby if you want me,
You betta act like it.
'Cause I don't wanna leave.
Chorus: (2x)
I'm inside your heart,
I don't know where to start.
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Control this Gravity?
Bridge:
Until you love me,
Until you see me.
Don't come botherin me, (baby)
Don't come botherin me.
Verse 2: (Ciarah Lee)
You ain't got no say in my life,
Live it how I wanna.
Tryna avoid all the stress drama,
needin closure.
And if you still wanna part,
Shonuff.
I just don't owe you at all.
(You owe me)
*Chorus*
Verse 3: (Ciarah Lee) Rap
Here we go stressin again,
Why it's like I'm the only one who is?
The conflict gets in my subconscious,
and I'm just fightin myself for confidence, I'm
Always gettin hurt.
Then I doubt myself questioning my self worth,
I get mad then wanna use more than just words,
sometimes I wanna be the one to give what they deserve.
But naw, Be a better person,
You get your point across without cursin,
I haven't come this far for no purpose,
I guarantee you call after a lurkin,
Use wisdom as a diversion,
Lack of will cause things to worsen.
Be the version of the surface you wish
to come back on you don't be workin, I Be
So pure and genuine with all my interactions,
But I don't get it in return 'cause people always taxin.
Try to find peace,
But people aim to be distractions.
Confront with compassion to cleanse my inner madness.
Categories:
workin, betrayal, change, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
What happened to relationship compromising
Instead they become equally mentally damaging
practicing the art of being demanding
When they should be actively searching for understanding
When they could be workin on openness
They remain focused on personal business
And the mistakes grow relentless
Entering late to be rebellious
But noones jealous
Both with their time selfish
They've mastered keeping their hands and bodies to themselves
These chapters reaching lands where everybodies love shelved
And with no antidote to break this spell
It works its magic from twelve back to twelve
Categories:
workin, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, philosophy, wife,
Form:
Free verse
The gambler is at the table,playin with a deck of cards,
The gun slingers drinkin sour whiskey,standin at the bar.
The mayor is goin up the steps with a lady leadin his way,
The hard workin farmer comes in to spend a little of his pay.
The drunk is in the corner,tryin to bum a drink,
The traveler is shavin upstairs in the dry sink.
The guns are worn on their sides as they stand in the street,
The sweat is puring from their hands in this noon day heat.
The bullets spit from the guns worn upon their hips,
The slower one will surely fall,put dirt upon his lips.
The normal day in a small western town with no law,
The last one dissapeared,somethin no one saw.
Categories:
workin, adventure, cowboy-western, death, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Evil people say they're not to deceive you
They think I trust them such blind fools
Watch who you call your people
They only hang around when they need to
Who can you trust in this very dirty nation
I trust no one
My trust took a vacation
Honor before money
Get education
Death to all strangers no hesitation
Never share your plans with a stranger
Them cutthroats hear your plans you in danger
To me a stranger is a strange person
Who wants to make your moves before you
And say they planned it
So you must keep your brain workin
Because your right-hand man and a stranger can be the same person
Categories:
workin, friendshiptrust,
Form:
Rhyme
Working nights again,
7:00pm - 3:00am.
All of my co workers all complain,
about how these night work hours drive them insane
but not me, I'm in freaking heaven.
I'm getting paid for my insomnia,
which would otherwise anyway deny me from sleeping.
Categories:
workin, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck !
I just got mi-sen a job.
A mista wants his coal in,
An offed me a bob.
He told me if a hurry up,
A can chop some stiks an all.
But if tha wants another tanna,
A gorra mek um small.
He watched me gerrin coal in,
He anded me a shillin.
If tha wants that extra tanna lad,
Them bags o stiks want fillin.
A BOB and a shilling were the same value
Equivalent to 5 new pence(12 old penny's)
A tanner was 2 1/2 new pence(6 old penny's)
25/6/2022
Categories:
workin, fun, funny, work, youth,
Form:
Rhyme