"beefing" poems
Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans
Thugs with Pens
Hell-bent; not on cultism
Just airing the other sentiments
That don’t make it to primetime
Thugs with pens
Not poking out eyes
Just venting spleen
Sick of the lies
Thugs with pens
Deserve to be heard
They don’t poison your brain
With stacks of *****
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans
Can change your mind
In ******* time
Thugs with pens
Can make a dent
They don’t need to insert
Un-readable, un-interesting
Covert small print....
Thugs with pens
Don’t need no script writers
Or advisors nor signatories
Witnesses, nor dodgy men
With gold plated fountain pen nibs
To make amends
Or throw in no hidden clauses
That secretly **** your life blood
Thugs with pens
Don’t aim to pierce your skin
But make their mark
Deeper within
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans
Completely uncensored
champions of free speech
The establishment want suppressed,
silenced, deleted; terminated.
Thugs with pens
And aerosol cans don’t
Schedule meetings
To fix the minutes
And schedule another meeting
And keep ‘minutes’
As square angled
And unproductive
As formal conversation
Thugs with pens
Aim venomous ink
At headless politicians
That squawks like chickens
Bending over
For the *************
Bank-beefing corporations,
Controlling the masses
With ***** little catchphrases
And mounds of munitions
And illegally enforced restrictions
On your movement and free expression
Honest men
Have nothing to fear
From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans
These “thugs” seek asylum
From countries
Where the law’s
Not bought and bent
Thugs with pens & aerosol cans
Are made to wear monikers and masks
Thugs with pens
Don’t turn on its own
Neighbours and citizens
To perpetuate myths:
A ****** ************* lie…
A thing that never happened!
(That’s for all of you dumb wits
out there
Who believe most of the ****
That’s drip fed
Your sensation addicted minds
Most of the time,)
Time you started reading between the lines
In fact get a pen
Or an aerosol can
Write your own lines
Start broadcasting
Reclaim your space
Before you’re completely neoned
Into the shade
And corralled under the spell
Of a TV screen
Or an anger raising headline
That conducts the flow
Of the status quo
Load up your magazines
With ball point pens
And sharp edged writing nibs,
Strap on a belt of aerosol cans
Reclaim your right to free expression
In public spaces
Join the rag-tag army
Of intuitive
Self-knowing men
The End: is well begun,
George Orwell
Should never have written
That blueprint,
‘1984’
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
don't **** with Kanye, the crazy Kanye, beefing with Jay-Z Kanye
he's so sick, a ***** an addict, the **** Kanye, take the mic Kanye
take your pick, he'll diss yo' kids, kiss yo' ***** Kanye
can't spell Kanye, outselling your fav' artist Kanye
the old Kanye, the 808 Kanye, he outsold 50 the kim's Kanye,
yeezy for yo' skims Kanye, don't **** with Kanye.
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 2:46 PM UTC
6 hours until school
4am and I'll be there
But Wimbledon sounds cool
So I don't really care.
6 hours in a vehicle
4 probably sleeping
It should be feasible
As long as my friends aren't beefing.
Again.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
i was beefing with another girl
in a two year old inconsistent blip
summer by summer, mad then silent
churning of the rapid water hourly
get nothing done at all, but fall into
a rotation without a darker cause
simply forgetting what it was
exactly that started it
whatever was curved
around the dusky breeze, bro
overtook the over the shoulder look
vortexes into a lazy bubbly whirl
in the lake we would hang out by
i’ll come around if you do
but we don’t talk
like we used to on the way
to the supermarket
but i’m on my way
to the “lost and free as i could be
me”
it’s as all i’m meant to be
supposes me, supposes you.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Gazing through this
telescope window, no more than
five floors above the street.
The people walk
with layers of insulation
beefing up their size.
Some buy potatoes from
a smoking garbage can,
some are hailing taxis.
Others cram double
onto electric bikes, barely
putting up the hill.
It's already dark.
Even if the smog was thinner,
or the weather warm enough for
leisure-style walking, I wonder
if they'd even think about me;
if their earthly affairs could
pause--just long enough to
acknowledge this observing outsider
pondering their way of life.
I wonder if their schedules
are ever clear enough
to weigh such a thought.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Car doors left ajar in the freezing cold while I sit in the passenger seat and fume
angry, thinking,
jarring
jaundice blackberry
bruises
billireuben ****
HAPPY NEW YEAR
correct confessions from the cards
I refuse to heed
red string me
yellow ribbon
tree? free?
forgiveness
dirt in the wounds
chips all over the floor
my own personal chauffeur
broth beefing
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Silhouette 1999
Visible depression, somewhat like
High on life, only in my lows
Breaking less laws, but bro codes
Your girls says his name, stuck in her jaws
Really Neptune blue beside him
I'm a counterpart to sea filled eyes—Poseidon
Swimming depths of a little while despair
Hands in the sky like love is in the air
Masks on, masks on, for all the love sick
Only interests in ******* thighs, under wings of his chick
Silicon valley
Take care of the family, madly and gladly
Chemical elements driving a love
Riding out the feeling hoping one of them comes
I want to own a Skyline to be drifting with the stars
With every brand of new leather inside of my car
Life is just a press of an ignition,
Besting yourself to always stay driven
Superficial opinion
Making green, still not a vegan
Putting stake my dreams; reality is beefing
Wanting to be a Pro—proceeding
Crisen a heart, to make it Christian
And if I die, at least I'll die a beautiful creature.
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 12:53 PM UTC
Baddie brains blown out hick-up pick up picky pick up lines hirried stubbling drained from the gum. Yes tis gum from the stuomuch that you swallowed for month because I just loved the way you ***** *** I'm sick.
I puked.
I puked?
I started runnning the walts of Conan the quenched dominator beefing with minny mouse for spanking mickey. He sipps mickeys just so you know I'm holy dust, sike. I wish I washed my mouth month before I ate the groomed flappy fingered fizzathered lips of Haley Jade. I wish I had a ****** **** Nut after nut and after this nut another nut and a nut a then the knux cause she got the **** crumbling runs rinse me in Faygo cause these Jugglalos have hair I love to get the stow in jars from a far, because I farted. Beanie I ******* farting who started this ******** fricken flame flare Jack Keoroac couldn't spit enough spirts to-at-alley trickling pink pavement funds that freed Zepplin.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Gripped by fright
A full-scale fight
Could once more breakout
At any moment be it
Day or night,
The cousins Ethiopia
And Eritrea
Were beefing up
Their military might
Locked in a border dispute
Exacerbating border
Inhabitants' plight.
For long,
Leaders of the horn
And the international community
Had been observing developments agog
Forced to tune
To the cacophonous war song
"In military prowess
I am the one strong!
A rabbit, I will hack you
Like a feral dog! "
In such shows of force
There was not
Squandered not resource,
Which could feed
Innumerable needy, of course.
In a paradigm shift
"Among siblings
If reign supreme must
Considerateness and peace,
For a border dispute
There is no room please.
Let us build a bridge
Not a wall
Towards common growth
The strife-ridden Horn
Must get on the ball.
True to the court's
Binding verdict,
President Isaias
Take Bademe as a gift.
To the confluence
Adding up
Is the new roadmap! "
"Thank you Prime Minister
DR Abiy
If love and developmental
****** are entailed
In the roadmap
Rest assured,
I will accord
Your gesture
Thumps up.
Yes, we have to leave
Divide and rule
For the fool!
If the horn
Is to get on the ball
Add up must all"
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC