Short Mob Poems
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Well done pizza is what the mob counts on
The lightest always set before each con
Don't die alone
It's set in stone
It's always the darkest before the don!
Everyone wants to be in a flash mob
This statement came from my strange neighbor Bob
I don’t, I said, and neither does my cousin Rob
We do! Said a scarecrow, a rake and a corn cob
I guess he did his job
Master of the American mob
President of the narcissistic
Ego quite sad demented
And scripture predicted
Childlike leader demon
He who would make us great again.
2/14/2021
Trump Swab and Rob Mob Shop
Bumps from lies had to swab and swab,
And Trump all of us would rob and rob;
Loose lipped lousy liar;
Should have to expire;
Be run over by mob after another mob.
Jim Horn
Grenade Lob at a Mob
Of course I am watching MSNBC
and came up with this.
A grenade should give a long lob;
Can completely destroy the mob;
Of Trump rid;
God forbid;
President sucks and is some snob.
Jim Horn
As below, and
So on top
And so it seems
The whole has got
To give its soul
Over to, ego and control;
For it is the team
That is the biggest fink,
And for the many
It would seem
The individual, is
The weakest link.
Exploding transformers on the street,
flash mob;
Unable to see they move so fast,
frenzied;
Left licking senses buried in sweat,
spun out;
Synchronized for streamlined destruction
all night;
City streets cuffed and in their control
‘til dawn.
Crowds of irritated people joined the mob
Anger and violence, a volunteer non-job
Breaking windows and kicking in storm doors
Frustration lurking at their cores
Some were unsure why they were even there
One of them picked up an office chair
Loud cheer went up as he flung it into the air
Now a thug and felon, to be quite fair.
When he was Infant Bob
Often had had to sob
For a freely shared cob…
As Grown-Up Wrangling Bob
Angrily yanked off knob
After a half paid job…
Now Climaxed Adult Bob
Would at friends spit a gob,
Each time he missed a mob
That folks attacked to rob,
The lot shutting their gob,
Since they’d dared forget Bob…
Same Bob at each level
His one guide: The Devil.
Hunters become hunted
The hunted become lost
Hearts get clouded
In a permanent frost
Rules are rules
Rules to be adhered
Thoughts put to standby
Hearts to be cleared
Pleas on deaf ears
Integrity dissolved
All hands now stained
Intelligence devolved
A river of anger rages
Non against the flow
'Kill them, Gut them'
Hypocrisy at its best
Justice a forgotten quest
Judgment passed on rumour
Evil breeds…
A black cancerous tumour
Been watching Flash Mobs on TV lately
Not the popular dance routines
But particularly those with classical themes
In an orchestral format
Familiar pieces that are known to all
By world renowned composers
A joy to behold by those fortunate few
Who just happen to be passing by at the time
Amazing how many are enthralled
By such brilliant displays
Performed by so many talented musicians
Bringing tears to the eyes of a few
Who are touched
The act his men did condemn
No exception: all of them;
Twelve thousand in his pockets,
Eyes causing to leave sockets,
His cheeks ripening for slaps,
Ears for women's shaming claps;
A union's contribution
For daily distribution...
Had meant it as a surprise,
Twelve and Low Account should rise;
He'll argue it "No idea!"
With benign smiles mask real fear...
New seen Mafia films on jobs
That leave behind irate mobs;
Hancock trying to be smart
Ends up jolting Trusting Heart.