Short Gang Poems
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You and Police and execution Plan
Aren't you belong to the same Clan
Target killing and fake encounters
Ransom and extortion money
This is not funny..
Twang and Gang
Heard them saying ding then dong and dang,
Which would sound like some Southern twang;
And hang of it,
Did start to git;
While here did much hailing to the whole gang.
Jim Horn
In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guity of famous folly
In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guilty of famous folly
Is democracy sinking
into feral autocracy
The billionaire elites
with all the control
Politicians but puppets
where rich pull the strings
The rest of us lost
in deception and whim
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Go gather the gifted! It rang
Groan where they hang
Gather where they greet in slang
Gag the one with a fang
Guard against the acute pang
Garner strength for a big bang
Give to the gorgeous gang...
Graciously they all sang.
We are sneaking these pumpkins out of this field said Fang.
He was the leader at of the Kitty Pumpkin Sneaking Gang.
I thought it odd because if they were trying to do it on the sly.
Why would they name their gang? Why oh, dear, why?
thanks for the skanks on billboard planks but we got another,a brother from
hartford,dang,i forgot his name,said we could play as long as he payed,it was
ok.im on the george bush team,any dream will do as long as you,submit the
proper form,thas yours.
the hunger gang is at it again…
on the fields
and in the arenas,
we are their prized
gladiators:
predators and prey;
on the streets,
chilling in the hood,
we are their prized
game---
hungry prey
for the hungry
hunters:
we gladiators
must now
up our game.
BIG MAC AND THE GANG
Big Mac with Chocolate Shake and fries, a gang
that will cause your demise, until then it lies,
as you chomp, gulp, and salt..salt...salt,
its guilty pleasures, satisfying fullness.
At 55 you carry cheesy buns on your waist and
that throbbing pain in your chest, ain’t no sweetheart.
10/8/2017
belong to Jesus gang
you could tell by way we sang
with a Southern twang
down whole church He brang
with Him danced and swang
around with liked to hang
gave me a mustang
heard bells when they rang
learning how to add
after my math had been bad
became a new fad
was another drone
causing us to moan and groan
should leave us alone
big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
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In nature's design, six is the key to all life alive.
Hexagons in petals, snowflakes, and beehives thrive,
In music, blues and roots groups play the six-stringed guitar.
With songs made with a hexatonic blue note, added to each bar.
Six key chemical elements there when life first sprang
Were the notorious Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Sulfur, Phosphorus gang.
The humor of it all
I shan't fall
my stalker catrina bell
my identity
thief born 3-13-1967
you can't be me
I'm born in 1963
terror rage from page
to page live your own life
live your own age
brutal attacks
upon my space
love yourself
love your own face
fredlocks made his choice
it sure wasn't you
so if you would please
just leave
stop your stalking threats
and simple shew
They were sixties cool, the cool cat gang.
All fliggerty and biggerty, with a big loud bang.
We were twitterpatated by them, amazed for sure.
They were the ultimate cool cats, who made us pure.
If you did not survive the sixties, you do not know
The joy that these cool cats give to our memory glow.
They uplift us and bring us joy with their beatnik beat.
If you understand these words, you are my kind of sweet.
Think of the clock chiming
its your homecoming
At home she's a tourist
filling the disco floor with virtue
her bourgeois extreme thrives,
transport yourself a new personality
brandish your interment interest
show your mental process
2 steps forward
6 back
At home she feels timid
there's no gang sweetheart
just the statutes of the once great
awaiting toppling
in dew clad desperate February
One thing I know about Gangs:
They have their own cobra's fangs;
Those who've got maturity,
Still threats to security:
Their leaders Good - Bad feeders,
Very few poor mind readers...
Another thing about Gangs
Their angry fists on doors: Bangs!
Every one of them Raw Tout
From a once nice voice Rash shout
Gangs have their own officer
His looks always The Sinister
Yes A Capo: wished Sergeant
Eyes on Rum, not Detergent
B loopers you can't resist
U nder your stomach, crumbles and persist
B ubbles seen and floating in the eyes of the naked
B loating, bumping cramps of the wicked
L ifelong-struggles that make people laugh
E verybody snuggles, embrace and never scoff
G anging up on hyper or serious and loners of creed
A ping the mystics and heroes that squeed
N ever tire of life's challenges and trials
G ang of bubbles, portraying life's trendy and bloody vials
The Leader of the gang
Fought his door with a bang,
From the all –metal forcing out a clang
That his impatience duly sang,
Now smiling and choosing to hang,
Every tooth of his a ready fang…
Then, Dave’s rescuing phone rang
To great risk exposing the gang!
Pitted against a metallic door,
Whose forcible opening isn’t sure
Save with dynamites not in noise poor
Or human strength, completely raw
Would the leader now run for it,first
Or the door still attack a bit?
Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes
And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have
No it won't be any stranger than
singing in the parlour for friends
without a microphone, a paying crowd
you can call it the folk tradition
Clip it Mop it Loved Gallagher’s Pocket
Inside ready to hide …. Lucy’s Locket
Clip it Mop it was the bad sort of bloke
Bullying others said it was a joke.
Strip it Clock it and I had had enough
We thumped CM, decided to get tough
Clip it Mop it ran to get Boomerang
They came back with silly jangly clang clang
So we ran off to snag Buster B. Jake
If we got him the other team would shake.
Buster had already joined Clip it Mop
I faked a seizure and started to flop
Jonah was rashly curious
And it became injurious:
Unannounced slap and hard kick
And it earned him wounds to lick...
A crude one on his tummy
And an adult yelled "Mummy!"
The song in his ears "leave now
Or else you're a finished cow
Already, a bleeding brow
Some arrow to leave a bow
He'd seen they were robbing Jim
With screwed up eyes he'd made dim
Appearance of cops not slim
Like Gangs cup filled to the brim
Nothing now but " Run for it! "
But one could see The Not Fi
gang of astrophysicists
figuring it out
utilizing hundreds of devises
standing on the shoulders of pioneers
gang of astrophysicists
understanding what must be done
allowing astronomers to see invisible objects
we are small, but we are mighty
gang of astrophysicists
working miracles
tackling the cosmos
explaining horse shoe Einstein ring
gang of astrophysicists
maneuvering around hundreds of millions of objects
Making the universe
feel a little less huge for the rest of us