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Carlo C Gomez Feb 2022
Tommy guns for insurance
And wads of sweaty cash
To build new empires with

But there are no guarantees
Crime, you see, doesn't pay
You can bank on it

So we already know how it ends:
They canceled his policy
And Dunaway with her
a crime is a true government official
a crime is a true government identity
a crime is a identity of a crime
a crime is a identity of a true government official
a true identity is a true crime
a true identity is a true official
crime pays its do

crime pays its do of identity
crime is a do crime of identity
crime is a do crime of an official
crime is a do crime of a government official
a do government is a do government official
official is a do government official
official is a do government identity

a true government is a true identity
the government is a true government
identity is identity of a true identity
identity is identity of a true government
crime is an identity of the government
crime is an identity of an identity
a true identity is a true government
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about the official of the u.s. government true identity. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Randy Johnson Jan 2022
I make money that is not real.
I love to make counterfeit bills.
I have a contact who steals the paper that the government makes.
My counterfeit money looks like the real thing, I make no mistakes.
I counterfeit fifty dollar bills.
I have talent and I have skill.
I make fifteen million bucks of counterfeit bills every year.
But something has gone wrong, the Secret Service is here.
They just busted down my door and I'm being placed under arrest.
It's a pity that they found me because when it comes to making counterfeit money, I'm the best.
I thought my operation was fool proof, I didn't know that I would fail.
I underestimated the Secret Service and now I am going to rot in jail.
My Dear Poet Jan 2022
I’m back from the grave
and I’ve learnt to behave
it’s a hell of a good school
to punish wrong
I attended every class
every subject I passed
****…
my grades were looking strong

I advanced with honour
to a saint and a scholar
the devils in the detail
in an invitation to teach
on a topic I excelled in
that old subject on sin
God knows I couldn’t stay in hell
and preach

So I applied for a place
that the good call ‘Grace’
for I’d rather be a sinner seated
in heaven
my lord…how I’ve grown
so thanks, I’m off home
its a ‘good’ bye,
when the good die
and glad to be leaving
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
under the slanting rays
of the December sun,
silhouettes of this sin city
eke loneliness,
eating the timid
and spitting out carcasses.

its skies, ash gray
the refrigerated air moody
reminding wayfarers
that here is no place
to come seeking solace.

as apathy rains
sirens howl
and crime soars
the need to look over the shoulder
more pronounced than ever before.

the bottom line is
everyone’s looking to make money,
fast, furious and frenzied
in this,
my hometown- New York.
Nigdaw Oct 2021
sometimes the prisons that hold us
have no walls ceiling or door
we are our own jailer
judge and jury
we’re the only ones
can set us free
Àŧùl Oct 2021
When I write a love poem,
I make sure that it rhymes.
When I write a love poem,
I aim for her heart's chimes.
When I write a love poem,
I make sure to commit the crimes.
The crimes of loving truly,
And crimes of writing the truths.
The crimes of being lovely,
And crimes of romancing the youths.
My HP Poem #1946
©Atul Kaushal
peek a boo
what do you see?
a man
a woman
corruption
vulnerability

peek a boo
what do you see?
a knife
rohypnol
no escape
don't tell a soul

peek a boo
what do you see?
a man
a woman
conviction - none
too bad that you couldn't run

peek a boo
what do you see?
a woman
a man
not a dream
his favourite crime scene
his favourite crime scene
a criminal guts and glory is,
a celebration of a century
a century is a celebration,
of a century
a century celebrate a criminal,
celebration of a century
guts and glory celebrate a,

criminal guts and glory
glory of a crime is glory’s crime
a crime is a glory of a crime
a crime is a glory of a criminal
a crime’s glory is a crime’s guts and glory
celebration is celebration of a glory crime
celebration is celebration of a celebrated century

guts is glory’s celebration
guts is guts of a glory
guts is crime’s guts
guts is crime’s guts of glory
glory is crime’s glory
glory is crime’s crime
glory is crime’s guts and glory
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about crime’s guts and glory. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
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