Short Scumbags Poems

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Premium Member Bah Humbug

A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles

Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills

     Without checking price tags

     He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”

For this is how grinches get their thrills!




*January 3, 2015
Form: Limerick


They've Betrayed Us - III, Part II

...Well-spoken liars in a suit,
lawyers look like saints next to them,
the only constant that we know
is they will lie to us again.
Betrayed the trust we placed in them
to make propaganda and swill,
reporters are a plague on man,
so yes, treat these scumbags like filth.
Form: Rhyme

Filthy Rich

Filthy rich Filthy rich now control the poor, Howards contracts will hurt 4 sure, Government cleaners by the contract blest, $200 less in their poor pay packets, Per week im telling you, Pick on the poor these scum will too, A greed of hogs attack, Morality died in days of old, Todays scumbags would sell your soul, No decency, in fact, the greed 4 bloody gold? Don Johnson
Form: Ballad

April 19 Define or celebrate a word or concept Scumbagology

April 19—Define or celebrate a word or concept -Scumbagology 

Scumbagery is the study 
Of the actions of a scumbag
A scumbag is a narcissistic, sociopathic 
 Self-center person willing to do anything
to get ahead

no loyalty to those who serve him
it is all about me! the greatest person
in the world.. 

Unfortunately, there are so many
Scumbags in the world,
In a position of power
In business and politics.

Don’t need to name names
You know who they are.
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Dirty Old Town

Dirty Old Town

Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.

Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.

Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and laugh.

Dirty town, filthy town,
It wasn’t always like this.
“But, we have no money or resources”
This Government, you take the piss.
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


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