Short Hooligans Poems

north and south
don't give mouth
we're Americans
we're not hooligans
black and white
must unite
only race 
human race...

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Scars been stricken on their face
The game is called, the green is dressed,
They shout, insult, drink and curse
(no rhyme of course, and seldom versed!)

We’re the blowing hooligans of the side
Swift and smooth as Jell-O Bratwurst,
Soccer warriors admiring the slide.
No matter who has lost or won.

Don’t you see the beauty of the game?
A seat, a bottle and that sissy figurine
Fly, knock, and hit any without a name
Till scars bleed on their face....

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Each one of those hooligans is up for a caper.
I see the trees are filled with toilet paper.
They pelted my car with eggs in the driveway.
I should have parked it in the garage today.
The pumpkins are smashed in front of my yard.
That’s the typical mischief night calling card.
Somebody smeared soap all over the windows.
It is all the stuff that usually goes.
Those vandals must think all of that is dandy.
They will all be back tomorrow night for candy.
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Here I stand in the gift of time
The present, living in false evidence
My existence breaths between rhyme
Truth be told, facts I fold
Shame in shold' are hope's hands holder
Hideous hooligans hide heaven helps 
Here I stand in time gifted
These are the last days scripted
Souls for sale, picture pervs pale
Righteous today's stale
Unfashionable statues walls
But this promotion isn't for malls
'Cause the devil's lies I comprehend
Watch presents I stand....

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