Short Wads Poems
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Don Corleone
stood alone
a mafia boss
that none would cross
Sometimes bumbles
often mumbles
his diction at odds
with cotton wads
Cause Celeb
24/08/2018
Is celebrity really curse
Spending wads of cash in your purse
Sycophants ready to please
They wipe your butt if you sneeze
At Twenty Seven dead in a hearse
I wish I was rich,I wish I was rich!
If I was rich
I wouldn't *****
and I wouldn't moan.
I'd sit there with wads
of cash
all on my own.
If I was rich,if I was rich,
I wouldn't
spend a penny.
coz,if I did
I wouldn't stop
and then
I'd not have any.
Form:
Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
cigarette smoke in the john
Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
giggling at boys with a 'hard-on'
This was the kind of mischief we made ~
before handguns replaced baseball card trades
Bronx cheers, muffled in December
‘The Boys of Summer’ have vanished
gone the way of the playground
ghosts of warmer climes
Slants of ice fill the empty stands
Cheers – or boos – reserved
for vagabonds
for drifting wads of paper
I like an empty trash basket.
It tempts me to fill it with wads of wasted effort
In a futile attempt to write the words
That will finally win your heart.
Perhaps when hell freezes over,
But it’s a freakishly warm day in mid-December.
When the offering basket is full
Of ardent vulnerabilities
I'll dump it out, count my blessings,
And start over.
Here walks a man
Dressed to the nines
Talking by hand
With a mouth full of sighs
Fingers in his pockets
Grasping wads of lint
Eyes rolling in their sockets
Torn socks in shoes looking mint
Trully impressive he is
While he struts down the road
Self-assured the strain of that smile of his
Will stay hidden within the fold
The truth this man
Remains but a mystery
His shiny facade a sham
Yet it does its job implicitly
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23