Short Hustlers Poems

In front the table
Filled with hustlers and gamblers
Wallet ripped open...

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Balls crash together,
bounce from corner to corner.
Bets placed one by one.

keeper yells last call,
smell of cheap smokes and stale beer.
what hustlers like here....

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"They Live", for now , but not forever.      
 In vain, these hustlers cruise the land,
 as they use others to build 
their glass houses upon the sand.                  



        Copyright McCuen 2009...

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Mr MrsManipulators  agents and schemers,
Hustlers prying on individuals emotions, trust
and finances. Merchants of manipulating a fraud Mr Mrs instigators scheming lies charmers and influencers of deceptions plotting one's downfall to gain popularity and notoriery....

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Sirens and metro buses
Detectives and narcs
Hustlers and thieves.
 
Friends and foes
Currency and narcotics
Bums and dope fiends.
 
Soft or hard
Packaged or dumped
White or green.
 
Love and disdain
Loyalty and trust
Hope and shattered dreams
This is my block....

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Main Street had a classic pool hall,
Hustlers, chisellers, and those who like to fool all,
Second-hand stores along the way,
And the old Helen's Grill greasy spoon café.

Now, Main Street's no longer the same;
Developers and yuppies have changed the game.
They say it’s all for common good,
But the oldsters miss their good old neighbourhood....

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In the midst of males
The grey haired meant to move
In accordance with the rule
Legislated by nature

With kola nut blessing it starts
Through pouring of librations
To call the watching sleepers 
It just invites

And unites
The hustlers and the sleepers
For we all have shares
In the unity of the parties

May the light burn still
And the keeper, keep it still...

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Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward....

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it's so cold
but yet
i'm covered with a quilt
My soul quiver
Awaiting for you to 
Come and seal the compassion
That rise in my heart 
Love and trust 
Helped build 
But why you leave me 
TO wander off to the night 
With them hookers hustlers 
Pimps,hoes and dikes
who hate you 
Don't care 
The ones who stole your life
Yeah' and left me 
Covered in these 
Lonely nights 
in fear...

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thorns roam across my forehead
a thousand squirms  prevaricate,
of the silhouetted sun dance
the ice cream man can only melt
hounds and the hustlers
rejoice under beam
the dead had quietly spoke
confession talks falsely
the hour is late
two adders are approaching
the wind began to howl
are we not the victims of the war
the steeple guard reigned
clearing the morning air







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Every ten year old needs a hustle 
The cattle yards the Friday shuffle 

The farmer need a sandwich for lunch
Or a horse they've got a hunch  

I will run to get your dinner
Or place the bet for the sinner

It makes no difference to me
I am just hustling for a tuppenny

In the back door of bookie shop
Two Shillings I did drop

Over to the copper fiddle
For the ham off the griddle

I hand Paddy his slip and meat
A sixpence on the hustlers beat...

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