Long Gangland Poems

Laura Norder took her gun and strapped it to her thigh
The skirt she wore was so damned short she had to strap it high
And stood there on the corner where the street lamps dare not...

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(Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer.
Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) 
words
Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting
Bin Laden with
delusions of g,
Being a lefty, I blame...

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There's more than meets the Horus Eye, in the recording industry
Too many whispered songs have come like a dream
Have came in the ear like malefecium shot from a midsolstice night ween
Entering in the rear of...

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Attorney General William
Barr black marker in hand
kept promise to censor vital
details of Mueller Report
swift as Usain Bolt candidly,
grandly, lustrously, roundly

youthfully blocked out more
rapid than an elegant eland
vibrantly, regally, magically,
and gracefully skirts borderland
which favored topography
constitutes grassland...

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Ironclad choke hold tightened
around pencil necked geek
stranglehold noose asphyxiated
courtesy mailer daemon freak

specifically America Online
server gremlin sought out meek
resplendently attired as Doctor sheikh
wordsmith scouted out as weak

cussed link within human league
surprisingly springing thru Lenovo
external screen, simulating...

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Created a little ditty about hypocrites and 
double standards, racists with drawing boards. 
Media dinners with dubious 
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts. 
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity, 
assorted stuff for their hating,...

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"God give you the strength to finish this your way"?
I don't think you are first on his list, a special chair on judgment day?
better meditate, get it straight, rinse and repeat, people are people
so maybe...

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Wiseguys

when I was a skinny
eight-year-old boy
I knew him as
Willy Shoes

it was Brooklyn 
in 1950 and
some men had
strange names 
reflections of personality
deed or look

he and his friends
never seemed to have jobs
but gathered on corners 
played cards...

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What is the gift in your life
Is it your husband or wife
Is it your children, your lover, your pet
The notion of someone you haven’t met yet 

Is it the door that you shut on the...

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I wandered sideways as a crab
past windows ripe for smash and grab,
when in my back I felt a stab
of Stanley knife intrusion.

Sharp between the shoulder blades,
to widen eyes behind the shades,
the pennies dropped in coin...

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Max, the politician, wields a razor-sharp axe,
Slicing his chicken-bleep opponents' necks and backs.
"How dare they accuse me of power politics?" Max asks,
Innocent jowls masking the jaws of a shark's attack. 

His gangland campaign staff for...

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Old friend Democracy
There you are again
Finally
We thought you might have left us
Forever

Breathe
God Almighty
Breathe from your knee

And rise for every one
Like a black statue of liberty
Over the old ways of Confederacy

Put away
The power that rules
The gangland...

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Oh no! Train again!

Perched upon parallels of steel,
You roll your way on heavy wheels.
Thundering through town
With a rhythmic rattle and clickity-clack.
Your deep throat rumbles diesel black.
Cars convey a cargo of corn syrup,
Commuters and coal.
You are...

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Too much Edward G
You dirty rat
James Cagney
Mae West
Chicago gangland in her heyday
Portrayed with beautiful dames
Singing seductive songs,
wearing mink, diamonds, slinky satin
Belonging to their men

I was almost asleep one night
When I heard a car chasing me...

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Gangs are here
And their here to stay
Going about their day to day
Harassing me 
Harassing you
Infidels in our Human Zoo
 
Triads, Yakuza
The Wild West
Terrorised townsfolk
With their gangland zest
 
Mafia, Nizari
Guys like Al Capone
Persecuted the innocents
Never leaving...

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What pharmaceutical hypocrisy
Blurred doctor patient relations
Continuous with dealor-junkie satiation 
Arent't we living to eat?

The safety regulators will come down harsh
Trickling down their axiom motif
With Ronald Reagan collectible trading cards

Who's poison beef still feeds
The vacant lunch...

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I think I'll work on my abs today
Maybe run on the belt
Work some muscles that in 15 years
I haven't felt
Like a player in concussion
Like the caveman with no pelt,
I coulda been sporty
But forty is forty

Every...

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Frightened at what his eyes had found
   Young Ben Wilson looked around
Shuttered windows, broken glass
   drug dealers, the smell of grass

Each day he prayed that he'd escape
   a culture...

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Neath the surface of the lake
there is a magical land
cool blue waters with a stake
of reeds and plants in the sand

Small silvery fish dart
prey for the bigger fish
careful to keep apart
not wanting to be bonefish

Follow...

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