Gassed Poems | Examples

'Victory Day' for Whom

     Hitler dead, camps liberated
       Justice arrived for those the West hated

     Germany squirmed at what the shocked world saw
       The Third Reich’s militia seized and declawed… 

     80 years later, Jew-hatred’s returned 
       All the Arabs and Iran do nothing but yearn

     For the day when the Jews are gassed once again
       Today’s Nazis intend to finish what Hitler began

The 'Queen of Poop' returns!

“Stop farting Fred,” poor Sally begs -
She’s being gassed and needs nose pegs
“You won’t use a cook book
When it’s your turn to cook
It’s always baked beans with fried eggs!”

Tesla Hooky Day

Woke up to a perfect Summer day,
a blue sky hits the Tesla’s tail lights; 
Let your worries fall apart and fray;

Hard working girl is gassed up to go,
a cup of coffee to chase those dollars;
But that Sun’s got a sumptuous glow;

She lets out a loudly pent up sigh,
it’s crystal clear a break is needed;
The Model Y says ‘Rules don’t apply.

If you won’t rest? I’ll make it happen.’
Fired engine starts and all bets are off;
Time to ride, go where she’s never been;

Feeling burnt out is easy to see,
that’s the time to let cruise take control;
Turn right, we are off to play hooky.

Never Again, Again

Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
     A few brave souls here and there
   Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
     The masses turned aside, held their nose

   Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
     Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
   Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
     Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement 

   Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
     Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
   The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
     Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
                     ~ Not a single one can you afford to miss

Unplugged Slug

An orange Tesla that was bought by Scott
Ran out of go juice right there on the spot
Then was quickly passed
By a Pacer, gassed
And AMC car shaped like a kumquat

Red Dog

Red Dog an Aussie of Gypsie proclivities
Pawed rides through the Outback without civilities
When he wished to depart
He let rip a grand fart
Then jumped from the car with much facility
                                              by Robert Gorelick


Red dog the regular hitchhiker 
Once leapt up behind a bike rider
The driver rode fast  
Until he got gassed
And Red dog flew off in a hyper
                                               by Belle Bellevue

Mile Markers

Have gone the extra miles
Retreaded my soul several times
Wept as time faded
In a distant swirl of lost hope
Gassed up, reved the engine
Hit the entrance ramp
Knowing
The extra miles
Are just part of life’s tour

John G. Lawless
©7/18/2023

The War That List Score -Pt2

With no end in sight and a year has passed. 
Kremlin won’t admit their forces are gassed. 
So they keep their foot on the wrong pedal. 
Exhausting their labor and supply of metal. 

Playing chicken with a globe full of enemies. 
Moskow wealthy saw their accounts freeze. 
Peaceful banks are refusing to aid and abet. 
Forcing the powerful elite to do a full reset. 

The world has endured enough nonsense. 
The ICC is asking Putin to start his repents. 
They issued his arrest warrant for crimes
Of atrocities against children many times. 

Abducting and trafficking them into Russia. 
Dealing low blows to their parents in militia. 
Doing this thousands of times at his request. 
Kidnapping hostages & executing the rest.

Without a conscience targeting defenseless. 
Forming Barbaric creatures to be tasteless. 
Now justice is being served by The Hague. 
To put an end to this insane Soviet plague. 

We should see Nuremberg Trials part two. 
To see the bastards brought their hell due. 
Ruining cities deserves equal punishment.  
Payback earned for their missile rains sent.

God Grants

A sudden burden of flipping turns him into a fraction /
Action of correction in your cranium needs traction /
Bad habits all erratic need retracted to leave the bad flabbergasted /
Dad’s had it with blabber half gassed /
Mom’s at fits with the sadder last cast /
It’s time to rebuild your gasket close the guilt and accept that past /
With loss of balance he’ll tilt a step and the other he’ll sway /
No scoffs as God grants built pep for him to innovate and crave /
Show restraints in that trot trance and let go to win a place /
Hope remains and trains to not dance against fate /
Cope complaints and aims of the banes with faith to renovate their games /
Don’t sift pains just cuff and cell those demons away for gains /
Life rift and experience creates a hell of a wince and some grimace /
But with the premise immense like an overwhelming radiance /
Lift a new obedience followed by some grievance /
Don’t review old rants allow width to come into your presence /
Father lends many ladies and gents new grief vents or pressed sense /
Plenty a second chance as a new ordinance /
Such reverence protects and proves an alliance with resurgence

Food 4 Got

Putin has his butt in a sling
His Korean Smartphone won't ring
Bombs bursting in air
Is Kim Jong-un's fare
Borscht and Kimchee gassed Xi Jinping?

It's Okay

For far too long, 
you just went on your way 
skipping to their song. 

Down the road, you went, 
smiling and giving love. 
Later, you discovered nearly all your gas was spent. 

Nobody chipping in on gas, 
but they're still looking for a ride, 
got you wondering how long you could last. 

Now you need to refuel. 
gas is low, moving slowly, 
time for renewal. 

So, go on and pull over and park it. 
No more smiling while they're beguiling. 
Just sit, think, but don't soak in it. 

It's okay.
Get and stay on the shoulder. 
Divine gas is coming your way. 

It's okay.
For too long, you gassed them up for the ride. 
Now you have new gas, so no need to stay. 

It's okay.
But be sure to keep this divine gas in your tank. 
Now drive, drive far away.

Old Blue

The best hunting dog in all Baltimore
Was my butt belching blue dog Amador.
Aghast guests once heard a blast
As Blue exuded his past,
Leaving a thief flat, gassed out on the floor.

Date: 2/25/2022
Rhyme: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10

Wind Me Up

Wind me up
  Let me go
Here I come
  I'm in the flow

Sunday, Monday
  moving fast
Tuesday, Wednesday
  Will it last?

Thursday, Friday
  Now I'm gassed
Hurray for Shabbos*
  The week has passed



_______________________
*'Shabbos' means 'Sabbath'
   in Yiddish

Parody of I Am Henry the 8th I Am

I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
to be buried in the toilet next door
 I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am

Second verse same as the first.
I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
I got buried in the toilet next door
 I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am
(shouts)

(guitar solo)
I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
I got buried in the toilet next door
 I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am

W I N D Y
Windy (Windy) Windy (Windy)
Windy the Great I am I am 
Windy the Great I am!

Thick N Thin

My hair was thick for a moment
My heart was thick for a week
My love is thick when you want it
Though afterwards, I can't speak

If you won't come by the bedside,
You can still come to the back door
There's all kinds of fish in a red tide
And a hopeless few still down the shore

Everybody's dealing with sickness 
Nobody knows any cure 
The worst kind of debt is thickness 
Against that, no one's insured 

The red meat is thick in the middle 
The dark meat is thick like the past
They're now thickening individuals 
I guess so they're fit to be gassed 

If you find that you're in the thick of it,
Maybe you'll be amazed
The plague don't care if you're sick of it 
And God lets you know when He prays 

Thick as thieves —
Thin out the herd —
Isn’t it funny 
How the line between thick and thin 
Is often blurred 

You know I’ll be yours through thick and thin 
I won’t fly out the door when the money rolls in 
I’ll be the singer you always wanted
I’ll be the glamor you never flaunted

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