He bumbled round the front nine
Scrambling by the high bramble
Scum fumbled the perfect lie
After nipping his car trunk’s handle
With thwaps and pings and whammy’s
His blood turned transfusion hue
He blames his hooks on “bangin trannys”
The joke fell flat to the cart gal, regardless of cue
Crickets echo in daytime thicket
Uncle Scum sweat through his woolen plaid
He sniffed and swung, missing the ticket
Another failure at the emerald launchpd
His friends left after he swang too haphazard
But no, good Uncle Scum always has the last reply
“If Daly can do it then so can I!
Now excuse me while I swim in the water hazard!”
He swam and he floated all drunkenly bloated
But didnt note the flock of geese
all ruffled and slighted
Now Uncle Scum was banned, as he says “scapegoated”
All because the groundskeeper kept the geese around
“The ones on hole eight that are more
fight than flight”
ROBERT MUELLER GONE
TRUMP GLAD HE IS DONE
TRUMP A SCUMMY ONE
Reviled Comedic Mongrel Pariahs
No more endorsement i feel? is required )
Threats on license plates
John Gotti is rolling with
laughter Wise-guys
are truly cowards today
bullying disabled women
for high blood pressure
medicine and diapers
Ciro Gargano serial
Killer and his severe
repeat violent offender
blood was everywhere
stabbing five persons
Ha ha ha ha here we
go again go take a
hike and a leak
I will never fear
your threats intimidation
bullying Ciro Gargano
War
War is real
It’s bad for your health
They send you to death
And embellish their wealth
War is necessary
The propagandists rev you
Til you hate the scum
Who have families like you
Sister, wife and mum.
You’ll fight for freedom
While you do as your told
The blood in your veins
Becomes icy cold.
Your name on a monument
Your wife touches the letters
Your kids cry at night
Becoming bed wetters
War is real
A trench full of ghosts
A bomblet of agony
Turns your skin into toast.
David Cox 19/01/24
Mum about Scum and Where From
when we had been mum
there really was so much scum
where had it been from
Scum Buckets
(For a contest)
Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide
That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide
Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to Nantucket
That fill’s Washington’s till
Where they convert it to swill
That’s poured into scum buckets
Where in essence, transpires
Is that cash vampires
Sponging conmen, that do suck it
Corruptly disperse
The blood from our purse
Into their sordid scum buckets
And so that scum goes
To places we appose
Were it spreads like a virus
But why should our pay
Be pissed away
To ruses undesirous
It’s time that they stop
Leeching every drop
Of our personal property
By declaring suck it
To their scum buckets
Which en masse we will empty
And without their scum
There will only be some
Left working in DC
And the rest will survive
Like all people alive
To benefit humanity
Scummy waters slow lap
an ill-defined edge.
Broken Spider-tangles
drift like torn wedding veils.
The surface of the pond
is thick with rot
bracken, slime soaked weeds,
the yellowing seep of decay
smears the turgid water.
Yet now a ray of sun
stabs through the detritus.
I watch as a circle blooms
within the crud
light dancing beneath.
Clear water smiles upward!
The heart of the pond
is still beating bright.
I holler 'Amen' to the sky
and don't ask why.
Don't eat the shellfish
the sea filters through
Every thing is a dichotomy
they say in the end
This obliqueness
sows it's wild oats in
the forest where only
small shreds of light
make their way to the
ground
A starlight is worth a
multitude of sound,
a one liner, a lyric,
a pun, a religion,
you and me
and all we have on this
Earth
was meant to mean
good things to some
I wish I could shut his atrocious bittered mouth,
To put a stopcock and no more venomous words come out;
This vile person who act falsely appearing to be decent,
While sticking knives at the back pretending to be devout.
I wish she looked closely into her tormented conscience,
Where it lies hidden entwined by the decay of her soul;
She kisses you on the cheeks and shows compassion,
All the while, her vile tongue manipulates and cajole.
Like these two despicable people, there are many.
They are the scum of the earth in which they habitat;
They give you a friendly hand, and they take an arm
Then they walk all over you like a doormat.
King-Size Bull Crap
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Weathered hearts take the plummit for different reasons
Behaving freely like the chaotic parasites we were always meant to show how to live life a bit more f*cked up in the fast lane
Cruising around the metropolitan at an all time low
Putrid exhaust fumes gather in thick clouds of dense smog around highly trafficked areas
You take joy in the little things like,
Bumper to bumper commerce for the rest of your uncomfortable life
Rush hour's usual three and a half
Road rage fanatics cursing in tongues and spitting on the inside of their own windsheilds
And, others just honking their own horns because they want in on the action, too
Reminds me of orgies and no one wanting to do it with you so beat off in the corner lonely and probably whining
Humanity is pathetic
Your actions
started a chain reaction
towards a suicide
I survived
I should have died
said I’d fight if I wake alive
and here I am years in time
chanting it singing it writing it rhyme
telling your lies
and of your behaviour
how it’s a crime
you cause people to take their life
Across sands of time,
Blood after blood; ages drink,
Silently … life treads –
Across realms of sunk flesh,
To end in earth, wind, and fire.
Morals of Eras,
Froth forth from thrones of rapture,
Blind rage becomes it –
Sweet hypocrisy, chosen!
Prostrate, heaven-bound, hell-bent.
Sword scum, cosmic dung,
Seductive wind breath knowledge,
The race raised then razed,
Banishment to toil forever,
Entrapment eternally.
Immaculately,
Heaven’s blood, the cleansing tide,
Advocate’s pardon,
Yet that churning desire,
Confounds that bruised, heartless mind.
When the ankle of the scum is beneath your feet.
Then we also got crushed, big dear.
Hi my heart,do not get it.
Why are you now standing away?
When the ankle of the scum is beneath your feet.
Then we also got crushed,big dear.
Tease you,by love,now I.
Yes,you settle in my heart.
You are everything now in my heart.
Without your my heart,do not start now.
When the ankle of the scum is beneath your feet.
Then we also got crushed,big dear.
I am slimy scum
I'm a rotten bum
I rule America
Sucking on my thumb.
I am rather dumb
I make people numb
I'll turn America
Into endless slum.
If I'm feeling glum
Unhappy I become
I praise the Ku Klux Klan
Then I get giddy some.
Beat my kettledrum
Rat-a-tat-tum-tum
Shriek racist epithets
Ad-infitum.
My ultimatum
Needs uranium
Blowing up the world and grin
Ain't it worrisome. I win!
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