Mob Poems - Poems about Mob

Savaging what he has left after the mafia takes his last bowl of soup his last slice of bread his last cup of coffee the mob boss then gives the bum a cigarette and a light pats him on the shoulder tells him to keep warm its cold out here drives off the mob boss...

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Everyone wants to be in a flash mob This statement came from my strange neighbor Bob I don’t, I said, and neither does my cousin Rob We do! Said a scarecrow, a rake and a corn cob...

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All aboard the bizarre Farage barge.. Unless of course you are from abroad.. . Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist.. Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist.. Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist.. Depraved raves..insist..craved faves.. Won't save slaves & knaves.. Hellbent they are sent.. To graves under the waves… Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats.. Seedier media leaders lying.. Defying the dying.. Folks...

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Show a little finesse, place a bet. You’re just in time for the game, get some skin, the fix is in. What’s more American than cashing in? The real winners do, and now that could be you. With suckers out there waiting, scamming is as easy as creating an NFT, bitcoin, an online bet or a romance baiting. You’ll be a...

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Crowds of irritated people joined the mob Anger and violence, a volunteer non-job Breaking windows and kicking in storm doors Frustration lurking at their cores Some were unsure why they were even there One of them picked up an office chair Loud cheer went up as he flung it into the air Now a thug and felon, to be quite fair....

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Exploding transformers on the street, flash mob; Unable to see they move so fast, frenzied; Left licking senses buried in sweat, spun out; Synchronized for streamlined destruction all night; City streets cuffed and in their control ‘til dawn....

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RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak. Lynch my body Pinch my soul Punch my pride Drench my blood Staunch be your henchmen Bunch of bigoted hooligans Flinch us they from progress Wrench us they from justice Exhaust every trick in your bag Pull every arrow off your quiver Bribe your cheerleaders forever Swing your...

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No War No Protest! Colors of red, green, black, and white spread on the east side of one campus On the other a wave of white, and blue stars A flock has gathered The atmosphere seems peaceful Tents resembling tepees, Like ancient wigwams everywhere, closely watched by the camera’s eye Tripods standing embedded with canopy’s alongside one another ally On the...

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To the mobs, Let us be resolute! IQ not withstanding, Never quite know where we are landing! Destruction of property, This is a lottery! Who will lose, Depends on the booze! Continuous calls for violence, Has resulted in scheduled posts of media hosts! ...

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animal control in the form of two men were shutting down the beach There was a cougar watching from a giant rock, they wanted people safe Many of the beachcombers ran toward the rock with cell phones Wanting to take a “selfie” with the cougar Did they think there was safety in numbers? If one jumped out of an airplane...

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It was a flash mob…somewhere in Italy…a maestro was conducting Ode to Joy and I found myself fascinated by the conduct of one little girl…and boy. Moved by the beauty of the music…and how the maestro was instructing…. the little boy started dancing…and the little girl…conducting. I love how, out of nowhere, this flash of music put these children...

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In the shadows of a distant village, By the light of a Crescent Moon. With death in the air, vigilantes swear, That vengeance will be coming soon. With hate filled hearts and eyes of fire, They all gathered as a ship of fools. They knelt to pray, had little to say, Only the doctrine that the mob rules. The crime on the docket...

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When he was Infant Bob Often had had to sob For a freely shared cob… As Grown-Up Wrangling Bob Angrily yanked off knob After a half paid job… Now Climaxed Adult Bob Would at friends spit a gob, Each time he missed a mob That folks attacked to rob, The lot shutting their gob, Since they’d dared forget Bob… Same Bob at each level His...

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The act his men did condemn No exception: all of them; Twelve thousand in his pockets, Eyes causing to leave sockets, His cheeks ripening for slaps, Ears for women's shaming claps; A union's contribution For daily distribution... Had meant it as a surprise, Twelve and Low Account should rise; He'll argue it "No idea!" With benign smiles mask real fear... New seen Mafia films on jobs That...

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Cut and pasted it to poetrysoup.com so I could send you a poem. You can do same with your poems and send them to: jthorn5656@atmc.net jthorn5656@gmail.com we learned how to lift spirits from sin and from shift overcame all rifts we started to sob when overtaken by mob who will kill and rob in the flowing flood things were covered by much mud flowers...

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