Packing Heat Poems - Poems about Packing Heat

...The missus served me high test coffee... Ah... tis nothing more heavenly (to one borne again devout atheist) then a spring like January 18th, 2023 here at Highland Manor apartments picturesqu......Read the rest...

...MAGA America Blues A down-home town red-neck cracker, Wearing black -kicking shoes, Packing heat chewing gum while drinking beer and smoking a cigarette wearing a MAGA hat stops to chat ......Read the rest...

...Let me tell you a story, a story of woe: a tale of a pup who got lost in the snow. Daughter Laura, our eldest, came up to see us, drove home in a Jeep (to rhyme, insert Prius). She and her niece,......Read the rest...

...There once was a girl named Red, Whose grandma was sick in bed. She packed up some goodies, Put on her red hoody,. And made haste before Granny was dead. Now Granny lived in the woods, So Red......Read the rest...

...The missus brings me high test coffee... A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021 at Highland Manor apartments picturesque snow covered landscape safely ensconced within Unit B44, we (yours truly and ......Read the rest...

..."Election Edition" posted 1 Nov 2020 politicians: like diapers, need frequent changing (for the same reason) debates are like steer horns a couple points with l......Read the rest...

...It’s hard these days for a crook. Go anywhere around and take a look. Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry. They all closed up and got security. Not even restaurants for him to rob, and at the groce......Read the rest...

...I pattern my rhymes to relate to the divine plans of the maker/ Marvel at how my nouns and verbs seem to dance on the paper/ Advanced orators don’t hesitate to drop the prepositions/ And don’t use......Read the rest...

...To battle off intruders I hired a dog named Goober He came to me packing heat I think it is a Luger He's not a German Shepard Though his collar and holster are made of leather He graduated Ob......Read the rest...

...I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose. My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum s......Read the rest...

...Walking through this hazy motel, I smell the acrid smoke of the opium den hell. Well lit in my own way, I am packing heat for the demons I will slay. Writhing and moaning, the bodies I see; Falling......Read the rest...

...Bulletproof! This time I'm bulletproof, able to survive living under your roof. Bruises were the proof of what a man you were, this time I'm packing heat so this time I'm bulletproof. ......Read the rest...