Perps Poems | Examples

Witnesses to an Assault

There were six witnesses when the police arrived
The detectives took their statements
Six ethnicities were mentioned.
How many perps?
One

Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round moon face.
Eye colors mentioned were blue, black, green, brown and amber.
One said he saw a dragon tattoo; no one else saw it.

The detectives looked at each other.
The only thing the witnesses agreed on was that the man had been assaulted.
Knocked out of his wheelchair – clobbered, slapped, kicked, slammed, clocked.
The old man had impaired eyesight so he was no help at all.
Or as much help as the others.

Everything Just So

   Green grass, cut once or twice weekly
      A CEO might shave twice a day

   Edges and hedges trimmed nicely too
      Manicure, pedicure in seven days due 

   Rolling lawns with everything just so
      Like the ascot of the CEO

   If underneath lurks mud, ooze and slime ~
      Grounds for the perps to do time

Mi Casa, No Pasa

Breanna, Breanna got read her Miranda,
that cheeky wee gas station clerk.
She’s not putting up with the woke propaganda
of not apprehending the perps.
When he broke a jar of some spicy hot salsa,
she knew that it was time for work.
So she grabbed her handgun, yelled, “Not in my casa!”
and put two rounds into that jerk.


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Loosely based on a story in today's news about a gas station clerk named Breanna Miranda, who shot a man after they got in a verbal altercation and he threw a jar of salsa to the ground.

Perps On Planes

Passengers on planes who balk
At following the rules
Should not be seen as harmless,
Merely acting out like fools.

For disobeying mandates,
Flying trapped up in the air,
Is a risky proposition,
Which to seatmates is unfair.

A threat to flight attendants,
Fellow passengers or crew
Should make flying, for the perpetrators,
Totally taboo.

Arresting those offenders
Who cause on-board stress and strife
Isn’t punishment enough – they should
Be cuffed, then banned for life.

The Fight

Nantucket was a bully in town
And he pushed everyone around
From storekeepers to clerks
He had no special perps
Until he met Black-flag
Who gave him a special tag
Nantucket ducked and dodged
But Black-flag fist was too large
Nantucket was tag not once but twice
That changed him from nasty to nice
Right now, he’s a bully no more
Because Black-flag tossed him out the door

Reputation

In a motel room he blew a man away 
A shotgun to the face was the play
He said would it went all wrong
In a drug bust where mercy didn’t belong

That made his reputation not misplaced
Leaving the perp with a bloody mess for a face
They say he wouldn’t get away with it now
He smirked and said it was in the know how

The family wanted him to pay
But the Coroner said the killing was OK
So the lesson to perps was for everyone
If you deal in drugs you will come undone

But what is left when the deed was done
Did he pay for the violence when he won
Or when things were quite in his bed
Was the memory hard to live with the dead.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Disfigured

Someone disfigured our car
And really, I think, went too far.
No tires were slashed;
No windshield was smashed
But the perps seemed to lower the bar.

A sticker was placed on the back
Which felt just like a coward’s attack;
On the metal, not bumper
And left by a Trumper,
Both reason and cause it did lack.

My husband did what he could do
And scraped it all off, but some glue
Seemed to stick; what he saw
Still is stuck in my craw – 
Seeing red makes me feel much more blue.

A Stabbing

A student who was stabbed to death,
It’s horrible to learn,
Was set upon by kids so young
It made my stomach turn.

One robber, 13 years of age,
Took part in the attack.
For criminals of such an age,
There is no going back.

I know that’s pessimistic
But a teen who has a knife
Shouldn’t, with things being equal,
Have such disregard for life.

Though rehabilitation
May be ordered by the state
For both the victim and the perps,
It seems too little much too late.

Mill Wheel

The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating 

The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity

Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor

A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks

Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation


Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place

Molested Humans Are the Norm

Rape will always be rape, be it 'stranger' or 'friend, '
Be it soldier or priest; it is still about shame! 
Just a dollop of power and perps seek the weak, 
And their purpose is always to sully one's name.

Dreams of rape invite prey to be victim no more, 
For the weak ones "recovered," now bring others pain, 
True, some scapegoats get punished, the few who get caught, 
But the truth is quite simple; our species not sane! 

Rape's no longer just physical, now social norm, 
Every bride that sells self or sold, womb's meant for birth, 
While society screws hapless men sent to war, 
Robbing all souls of empathy, scourging the earth.

Anyone claiming they're 'untouched' likely a liar, 
Be you son or a daughter; there's price to be paid.
A child born out of wedlock has bastard for dad, 
But there's never a winner in such escapade.

It's no wonder some leaders look like Donald Trump, 
The high priest of the angry, he laughs at their trust, 
Likely raped by his family, wanting revenge? 
The psychotic just laugh, need no psychiatrist.


Long Tooth
August 5,2017

Gangstalking

Wayne White can't take it no more;
his life is an ordeal and he wells knows
that he's got spies around him galore.
So, no matter what, wherever he goes

stalkers are there, night and day.
They don't leave him alone at all.
They won't get out of the way;
At the store, at the bank, at the mall.

"They follow me, they tap my phone,"
he says. This disrupts his sleep,
undermines his health, makes him weep.
Why on earth don't they leave him alone?

Worst thing is, he doesn't know why
He has become a TI.
The perps perform street theater,
They also stalk him on Twitter.

Manifest Change

Entitled to this course, destiny since 
birth, manifest destiny, beast of 
burden my work, value my words, a 
verse, got a lot to go and get it the 
guap and golden ticket, that's 
wonka, the flow wet Willy, you 
under water, probably sound like 
chewbacca, rookie but do my doggy, 
paws in the dirt, unleashed, release 
steam, boiling over work I'm dope, 
the scheme, plot plan and 
purpose,you perps, mastered in my 
ring like I ran the circus, 
trapeze,trap muscle suspense, more 
bars than your cell phone service, 
diseases, can't escape the virus, the 
symptoms resurface, he burning, my 
thoughts boil over like there's fire 
below him, hate is beneath me I'm 
above all the drama and adolescent 
performance, grown man business, 
insurance, claim another death of 
the beat, replay that's 401k, my life, 
lifetime channeled, need shame, the 
struggle I'm humbled, couraged like 
the lion, scarecrow need his brain, 
think I got it to a science, explain, 
the picture, first it's viewed in 
silence, to grasp the emotion 
displayed,

Horror Story

At times this life is like a  Horror story  
Tryin to prevent gettin sent to the morguetory  
Livin in a spot that's cursed 
Gettin popped like a clerk                              
If you stop to converse 
On a block not your turf 
This is not just a verse
Even cops must disperse 
If there caught bustin perps
They'll be shot up at work 
Is this game really worth
All the pain & the hurt 
it's a shame all the dirt 
Cant be tamed or reversed
There's so much more to 
Gain from this earth
We came for the perks 
Then made insane from what lurks 
In the shadows
Showin us the bad roads 
Turnin us into sad folks
we followed every word satin has spoke
Forgettin that we ever had hopes 
But now were down to our last rope 
Trying to climb out with our backs broke 
Havin trouble to maintain 
Through the struggles  & strain
As this bubbles on my brain
These scuffles leave me drained

Bubble Freeverse

Bubble freeverse

Bubbles bursting all around,
Watch out for sour grapes 
Haunting words of poncford  youth,
Suck some aigs they bubble brownly,
Toothful toothful  toothful tooth, in truth,

Bubbles fractured, virgin bubble,
Fragile little perps that’s all,
Historically the owners right,
Trouble is you’re every ready,
Soon gone no right or wrong,

Regret full lack of bubble,
 in yer bloody bath,
Suck on cider no more trouble,
Bore water, no lather,   
Lay back, kick and bloody laugh.

	Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name	Bubbles

Saving the World

Saving the World

I wanted to write a poem
That would change the world.
Incite deep thought.
Spur others to action!
Save the world!

I could see my words
Crossing swords with evil perps!
Scathing missiles unleashed from the
Molten fires of my sharp mind.
Exploding fallacies, lies, brutal falsehoods.

The reservoir of my wisdom would remain
To guide the youth of Always,
Instruct citizens of Now
And correct mistakes of Yesteryear.
Forge a better place.

Until I realized that today
The fires are out.
The sword is sheathed.
The silo is blocked by a dump truck
Of ordinary.

My coffee is good.
My husband is laughing by my side
And the cat is purring niceties
As he rubs against my legs.
Maybe tomorrow.

by Mari Sloan
copyright November 2009

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