Thugs Poems - Poems about Thugs

stewing in my own juices in this dystopia of a nation masked thugs tearing brown babies from their mothers' arms raking the brown off the streets disappearing the inheritors of the kingdom idiots who believe in an ever-after there will be a time after masked thugs and mass terrorization evil visits the evil and payday isn't always Friday I can't wait to write a poem...

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She was turning sixteen at the stroke of midnight, Unbeknown to family her unfortunate blight, Was about to become work in progress, No need to ask permission or advise or confess, A beautiful young girl about to be added and abandoned To statistics, thrown to the four winds to waste, And why, because she met him, he sealed her fate, A fiendish...

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Are we not our graves digging, With the keenest interest in rigging, The first to be buried our image; “To Electoral Franchise: Savage? Are we not behind greatly lagging, When the Neutral Press we keep gagging, The next to be silenced Plain Truth; A despot imaged as today’s Ruth… Often, the time to befriend hell’s thugs, Remember they don’t need your...

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giant crows can be thugs, the six-year-old child told me. they wear masks and can intimidate you out of an elm tree. I had no knowledge of this at all and begged to hear more. this child lives in the small yellow ranch house, right next door. crows came at night and took us all hostage, she said. they pistol...

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The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story. https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422 Thanks for reading!...

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Don't fear the blue man group they're far less dangerous than we are to ourselves.. but do beware of carnivorous teachers those harmless looking wire rimmed blackboard preachers wielding pieces of chalk on the tips of 38 caliber tongues.. turning classrooms into cancer cells teaching the innocent that its all about color of skin and not character after all- despite the truly oppressed coming...

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Unique perspective and troublesome times Underworld the world of crimes Spinning heads and meaningless cyclone One throne and King DON Dark darker darkest night falls Shivering weekend and daylight calls Victor The King has balls Infinite property and furious stalls Chosen victims and assault guns Forbidden sins one hundred runs. Note. illegal riot kiss and dismiss. Lesson. Law is to lessen crime and Police is to...

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Your day wasn't bad enough. You had to work late, on a job with no time and half for overtime. On your way home, waiting for the bus. Only to be held up by two members of Thugs-R-us. There's never a Cop around when you need one. They wave a gun in your face. Knowing you won’t make a fuss. You said look man! You must be...

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Ganksta fools coming at you incorrect like thugs Political dull tools: Criminal IQ fakers showing total disrespect — Tick-tock bugs Clock benders of societal rules, indecent lawmakers Cut the bogus tax check ... Pinocchio ears on tapped phones, sporting a swag orange rug Bandito style old school, Ruble.con hustle takers pad the pimped pockets that Soviet forget Leave no meat on the T-note bones, give the pub a lick swindle...

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Billy sold drugs, started making money. He held it in his hand, like he never had it. he hadn't.  Police pull the cuffs, never given a chance. Straight to cells with you. His tears fell lile raim drops. His past, the poverty. witness to violence daily Dad left, mom fiend for substance. No lights, no heat, no love, Only people there for him, The criminals and drug dealers listened to...

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punk kids sagging pants no belt needed tonight guys gonna be a full moon bright fools showing off jewels khakis fall past crack of Don wave of cops demand "PANTS UP" *this poem was written for Russell Sivey's Contest--- What Happens During A Full Moon? and is a special ode to all the youngsters who feel the need to express themselves by wearing pants 3 times too large that sag around the crest of their buttocks...

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In every corporation there are thugs, that want to have their way while others look in another direction, using threats and devious deflections, If challenged, or called on their game, they become adamant, fresh and resort to throwing around random blames, Fear and innuendoes become their calling card, spewing tales of the bodies they left in the graveyards, or bragging of the bones they...

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One thing is for sure here in these places That demons are abundant with childlike faces Assassins lurk about unyielding to their task Though they bare no threat or mask Passersby wont even blink when they see That children are deadly to you and me For shelter and bread are motives enough to kill Emotionless beast without passion or thrill Society made such...

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