Long Snitches Poems
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Its like being nicked
or narked,
Being triggered to spark!
Being filtered out of your mixes that pair well with high speed art,
if visions of passion release your greatest remarks-
how come your *****es aren't snitches in places that are dark?
Its because the new future has had a start,
20 years ago, but who's counting,
are you a happy old fart?
So where to be nested or invested or even confessed to?
At the bar! ?
GO AND GET NEXT TO YOU!
Send out the best to be viewed!
Treat the bets well,
'cause you're already in a sweaty smell,
they have necked into your vest and stretched out the lapels.
But winged birds are pests don't you know...
Don't be a germ, just do your best -or got to hell.
Flagrantly you've made your bed, and had all the time in this world...
Go be a girl!
Cause men's jobs don't need your opinionated help.
Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would hold dear
A crown from the town
Just a little ways down
Perhaps it belonged to the king
With tools they found jewels
And these two were no fools
As they thought of the fortune it’d bring
They tried and they pried
Now with pressure applied
To remove the prize up from the land
A dream it would seem
As they worked as a team
So that wealth could then rest in their hand
A tug and a shrug
In the place that they dug
But the artifact still wasn’t free
A shove with a glove
The sun hot up above
Now a bundle of sweat they would be
Inspired but tired
Their strength now expired
They tossed down their shovel and hoe
Glad but not sad
And in no way now mad
They decided to let the thing go
A prize for the eyes
As they now realize
All the trouble this fortune might send
Greed they don’t need
As the two did concede
That their fortune was having a friend
Alone in the dungeon, I am furious with the them’s, the they’s, the experts, the teacher, my cousin, the snitch, my classmates, and especially my parents for they are the ones who ruined things for me.
If they had left me alone, not tormented me, not called me, not texted me, not lured me into talking back to my parents, if they had simply let me be, I would be outside playing second base.
I would have grown up to be fantastic, terrific, stunningly successful, powerfully respected, but all hope for that kind of life is gone now. And so is the sun, which means I have been in this dungeon for at least two hours without my tablet, or my computer, or my I-pad or TV set or anything fun to do.
But no. They could not leave me alone. They had to bug me. Learn your math facts, eat your fruit, do not hang from the top of the slide and kick your feet over your cousin’s head. So here I sit, grounded, and mad, and disappointed. When was the last time I cried? I feel the tears come, and I hate them all a bit more. All of those snitches, especially that teacher snitch. I can hear my friend John outside, yelling bye to my other friends. I struggle to hear the other’s voices, but they are not heard. I bet they got stupid Roger to play second base, and that really makes me mad.
I am so danged angry at my parents and that snitch teacher, and my snitch cousin, who should have backed me up, but did not, and everybody else who put me here in this dungeon. I am furious. FURIOUS! I lie on my bunk and toss my baseball up toward the ceiling, catch it, toss it again. It does not help. I am still mad as all get out with no inkling whatsoever that I am the only one who holds the key to unlocking the dungeon door.
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
repeat2x:
i did believe
when you said
you love me (me)
you tortured my heart
when you left me
but you are like the others
who is out to decieve
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is
what they prey....
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
repeat2x:
playing mind games
hearts you rearrange
breaking people hearts
to get all the fame
from rags to riches
dirt bags to snitches
messin with the witches
fat girls and skinny bitches
you broke my heart
(you played with my heart)...
ooooh
i did believe
when you said you love me
you feast on my heart
then you left me
you're like the others
who is out to decieve...
ooooh
lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is
what they prey...
ooooh
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve (ooooh)
repeat2x:
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames,
dance in winter like reindeer games.
Scarlet reds and emerald greens
paint false pravado of Christmas scenes.
Silver and gold lay out like riches
and children tell tales like little snitches.
The good list becomes short and thin-nish
while the naughty list is never finished.
Jolly men sobered in flamboyant big red suits
ring the bells to hearts more closed and mute.
In the shadows the cash registers ring loud
rising screams and shouts above the gathering crowds.
On the floor, I knelt a moment, picking up the pieces
of ribbons and bows as joy began decreasing.
The season's wonder slips away without thinking
breathe, celebrate or a grinch heart will be shrinking.
Written By: D. Collins 2/15/25
We all did grime to survive back in the day.
Some go caught up, while some of us got away.
I place no judgement on whatever it takes to eat.
By Any Means Necessary, put toys under the tree.
Back in the day snitches didn't exist.
A bid in Angola was a slap on the wrist.
You just come out the way you went in.
A man amongst the most ruthless of men.
And, if repetition is what puts food on your plate.
Do what you do, just like back in the day.
How they live uptown is how you strive to live.
And, whatever it takes, a man feeds his kids.
Tick tock says the clock
Time to
Walk, talk,
exact
pain or gain
says the clock
Pray you don't fall prey
slack mouth lacks
Wanting no seizing
From season to season
No reason for ridicule
A reason for a silence
Resilience, shame
Tamed fame, no frame
Fascinating
Pain; Playing victim
All time while
medicine to heal
Ease on you
Gain; Territory expands
Gratitude and love
Yield bountifulness
Walk; In others
Others walk
So in you
Clothes covers scars
Lay your bed
So you lay on it
Talk; To others
Others talk
So to you
Respect is
To be
Reciprocated
Prey; Begging for attention
To be valuable
Discriminating
Unaware of self
Uniqueness
Slacking; Unused brain
Speaking
clones
laziness
Instead
Observing
Flapping
flutter's you
Lacking; Self confidence
Discipline
Brings denials
Attaining
Acquiring
Restricted
Wanting; Instant gratification
Losing focus
Settling for anything
Granted desires
Seizing; Always consistent
Taking without
Reciprocating
Updated version
Of snatcher
Swiftly
snitches get stitches
Season; goes around
Comes around giving
What you gave
Relentlessly
Unapologetic-ally
Reason; for living
Decision to make
Consequences
You see clear
Before
Action
Reaction
Ridicule; Bulling the bull
Ought
Take by horn
A worthwhile
Ride
Love don't cracks
Ego does
Pride
Sacrifice
Power
Silence; smooth in action
Fast
soundless in nature
Powerful
Creation
Liberation
Hesitation
Resilience; Attitude say all
Gratitude
Gateway
Misfortune
Gave
Up
Shame; Indifference
passableness
Gain
Pains
Mindset matters
Time reviews
Tamed; trained
easier to control
Master no craft
Slave to others
self motivations
Survival mood
Fame; Without integrity
notability
Important
Dishonest
Division
Seekers
Frame; Physically portraying
Building
Lies
Manipulating
Minds
CLONES
Do as I say
actions matters
Fascinating; Alluring contents
Preys are so lovely
Be aware
Devourer
Insatiable
Bird eats ants
Ants eats birds
Live or die
Talk to inspire
Walk to heal
Says the clock.
This the great oppression, only the strong survive/
Never let them press you, stay strong or die/
Make them respect you, you gotta get it how you live/
In the field, it's real, so I can't chill/
Officers caution us, they feel we tough enough/
Behind closed doors and restraints, they tough as us/
Administration Segregation is a safe prison/
I won't lie, it's safe for officers and offenders/
Prison snitches, the ones who help run the prison/
Is also the same people who help fund the prison/
Working free labor five days a week/
With no complaints, even though they working for free/
In the free world, they work for a fee and complain/
They brainwashing dudes and don't have a shame/
We like it, they love it, that's how the free world see it/
Over the years, I seen the strongest minds go weak/
Everyday, I tell myself stay strong till the end/
And in the end I shall overcome and get me a win/
I'm in a prisoner state of mind to oppress the oppressor/
And in the great oppression, I'm the aggressor/
I'm not here to shake the world, I'm here to awake the world/
And in the end, I'm hoping to shape the world/
To a place I can stay, with all my people/
Where all the normal stuff that we do won't be seen as evil/
And I won't have to keep dodging prison/
Where I'm locked in a box with all of my enemies/
Those wannabe friends hate me behind my back/
Working with the State to take me off my mat/
The same dudes I put my life on the line for/
Is the same dudes who will give me up/
So they testifying against me for a sentence reduction/
And got the nerve to get on stand, looking reluctant/
People wonder why I walk around here looking heartless/
And I'm wondering why they can't walk it like they talk it/
I can't cry because it's just two tears in a bucket/
But it's all part of the game, and I'm screaming my lungs out/
Because I never done the crime/
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
Will the Russian Mafia sit this one out,
Or will they decide Ukraine's Ultimate fate,
Along with that of Putin.
I suspect we will have to wait for the answer to that,
Until discussions are concluded with the Italian Mafia,
Who have not forgotten life under Mussolini.
They will also have to consider which way the western gangs will jump,
As they might decide to collectively develop a conscience,
Or turn snitches,
And make deals for get out of jail free cards,
In exchange for location of Russian Mafia Funds.
I suspect watching their considerable investments in the Ukraine,
Go up in smoke,
Will give them no choice but to look for,
Suitable sympathy cards for Putin's family.