now we call them thugs
they used to be hoods or hooligans
home invasions are their new playgrounds
selfish narcissistic dangerous creeps
no matter what we call them
The sun mounts over crumpled roofs and streets,
Beats from machetes and trombones disconcerts the air,
Brides and husbands-to-be bosa nova where joy and gossip meet.
Little ones run run past stalls,their joy sharp as knives,
Grandmas share gossip,drinking Joko Tea in chirped mugs.
While dear uncles sway,remembering old wasted lives
Smog billows from grills where meat roasts and fry,
Fires burn,mixing ululations and cheer,
Even the emaciated township dog pauses,ears to the sky.
Hubands-to-be jive,hats tilted,praising feats of might;
Ladies-in waiting in skirts that sparkle under sun.
Every furtive glance a nod and a story of delight.
As night comes,lanterns flicker in houses and alleys;
Music is tender,hearts stay buoyed and awake-
In hoboland love and joy endure amidst the pain.
in this
dystopic
nation
masked thugs
tear
babies
from their mothers' arms
raking them
off the streets
disappearing
inheritors of the kingdom
you who believe
in the ever-after
there will be
a time after
when evil visits the evil
payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait to
write a poem then
a poke in your
blind eye
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 hugs,
Lover of carpets you take to rugs;
Very few things could say ‘No’ to Drugs…
Election rigged is a virgin raped,
Never count it that you have escaped;
In the robes of Molester draped;
Don’t expect a future well-shaped.
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 whipped my daddy until his face was bloody red.
I expected TV news crews to pull up at any second of course.
biggest crow came in riding an enormous Arabian horse.
another crow was so shiny, his fur was ebony black.
he stole all our pink toothpaste, pushed them into a sack.
stopped by the kitchen to grab a watch to put in his pack.
he turned and cawed at me loudly when he looked back.
these crows may have been killers, they had shirts that said murder.
they stole our black taser gun we use as a cow herder.
one stuck out his beak and glared when they were turning to flee.
child’s mother said, “This kid watches way too much TV,”
The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story.
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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 Preserve crime.
Morale.For a thousand years Narcissus has been lamenting its blindness,
With Great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden,
Where is that one?
Ye agencyan ye adaray currency valon ki Ghulam
Sir jhuka kar pochti hain kya hai kam?
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 practicing,
because I’m broke as hell.
They laughed and took
Your cellphone, wallet
and bus fare as well.
But they weren’t through
They took your over coat too.
They were laughing
As it began snowing.
Then they got on your bus.
And only because it’s Xmas season,
they rob everybody on the bus.
They left you standing there
in the freezing cold.
You saw the whole thing
and they didn’t care.
Because this didn’t really happen.
Only because
you picked this day,
to called in sick.
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 hug
Sucker slurp the sugar cube rube voting ponies
Game the parlay bettors pool:
Earthworms vs the Dirt Rakers
House tissue money on a porcelain toilet
Rigged royal flush won’t payout right for any wrongs ...
So spit spin a Russian caliber propaganda slug
in two revolving roulette chambers of covetous harmony
Fifty cents to a thug dollar,
fifty-fifty you gon give
a doggy groan something’s wrong holla
Muzzle the lips wearing a Moscow collar
Let the enticed Oz eyes speak
in emerald envy locked jaw harmony
Silence! Colonizers of low pedigree
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 him, noticed him.
Is it hit fault. Now deseaced in jail,
Or is it his moms fault, neither,
It is the power and greed,
Give, give, give,
Push, push, push.
Wall street.
Still their heads up high.
Trying to make the most of his faith.
''those people'' throwing their dreams
away.
The word thug portrayed by the media as
the scum of the earth,
Reality check. Thug definition,
Had nothing,
Became something.
Billy wants truce, but that will never
happen.
Peace wont come,
until Billy gets a piece too.
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 in
public*----by~ JSLAMBERT
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 maimed, while
laughing and acting haughty,
Feeling no remorse or shame,
oblivious to the fact that others know they have been debaucherous
and naughty.
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