Short Pimps Poems

Daytime brings picnics 
Pimps talking and thugs walking
Nighttime just got hear...

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We call our teacher Biopimp,
He comes in after hours.
He walks with a ghetto limp,
And hes like Austin Powers.

We know about his secret life,
The way he turns the tables.
He pimps it out without a wife,
I think he knows Scott Savol.

Dedicated to Bill Lastowski...

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street by traffic light
                                         cat's contemplating mustache
                                               pimps strolling around 









                                       © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
                                               16 December, 2014...

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VEGAS
the soft underbelly you painted it well,
and brought out the sorry,
and almost the smell,
where the pimps n the drug dealers,
glide,
with some only there 4 the ride,
as the waves of emotion,
do tell,
and others held by the spell,
have their cash on the,
ultimate,
SLIDE 

Don

re Debbie Duncan "Sin City"...

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Seize a loud choice,
Hurl a firm verse;
Outdo bold voice,
Urge flings words terse;
Tell in sure thrust.
Surge sensuous style;
Charm floods to crush,
Rush frees loud smiles;
Expound the way,
Alarm pimps boast;
Mime sparkles stray.
Opt bursting toast;
Use finds foul fire,
Trick burning pyre.




Leon Enriquez
30 September 2014
Singapore...

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Mother tried looking for daughter

Deep on a crescent moon child ran hog wild

cries of sad tears piled at being defiled

She was a young buck when life ran amok,

where mama tried to pluck her back from schmuck.

Gun in hand mama, combed the pimps home land

for demand the return of daughter's hand. 

connie pachecho

1/6/17

non contest entry...

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MY LIFE IS LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE
 UP AND DOWN. BUT SOME OF THE TIME IT IS GOING UP
MY LIFE IS ALOT THEN IT USE TO BE.
I ALMOST DIED 3 TIMES.
MY LIFE 7 YEARS AGO WAS BAD NO GOOD PIMPS AND HOES WHERE
THE ONLY THING TAT I KNEW BUT GOD GOT ME OUT OF THAT.
MY LIFE IS BETTER THEN BEFORE THANK GOD FOR SAVING ME
GOD SENT A ANGEL FROM THIS IS WHY MY LIFE IS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER RIDE....

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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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the black bags
sit on the pavement
waiting to be collected

the discarded contents
concealed within
withheld from view protected

the used the abused
consumed products
bought enjoyed spent

red lights late night
the tricks the pimps the trade
everyone pays the rent

work it, buy it, spend it, trash it

the black bags
sit on the pavement
waiting to be collected

Penned by
Scarecrow Joe...

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lessons handed down
no acts of kindness
more like the answer
to the question
are we paying attention

back in sixty-five
forty second and San Pedro
backroom of the barber shop
racking pool balls for pennies
or whatever them players
saw fit to handout 

hustle in some folk’s eyes
scripture in others
Gandhi or Elijah Muhammad 
Jesus over Iceberg Slim

a world like a bordello
filled with pimps and Johns
and the only ho' in the room 
was me...

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Disney has transformed,
now it is a zombie cartoon
for underachievers.

The art of being artful is the thing now.

Some propagandize, many would sell
your thoughts to slave traders.
A reasonable madness still masks
ulterior motives.

Micky the Mouse pimps out
tickets to the saddest place,
while it paints a childish face
happy.

The upside down nature
of a destitute culture
is a rush of blood to the head,

a mind laboratory
where gender is delivered
to a broken womb....

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